So, I was going to take my sons to feed the ducks.
The across-the-street kids were not home when we got out.
Then, as we walked down the street and across a major road to a different neighborhood to feed the ducks at the local pond, Isaac made a comment:
“They are following us, Daddy.”
The kids from across the street know our timing, evidently, and even though I have no relationship with their parents, evidently, we have some free-range kids that deem us safe enough to tag along.
And so the five of us fed ducks.
And I am shaking my head.
I am safe enough, that my home and my sons have become a haven for more kids.
And…sure, they can tag along.
But I still shake my head.
And, bonus. I got to pet some wild ducks. And these kids with me as well. My rambunctious sons as well. Petting wild ducks.
Go figure. I absolutely had a blast with this day.
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Blessings on your safe space! Our house is also such a place for the neighborhood kids. They are safe and we are safe, and still I too shake my head at the parents not at least meeting us first. I usually make first contact and let them know where their kids are!