When Lexie was very young we lived in a home with an utterly useless fence along the driveway. You’ve seen them, those fences that crop up but serve no purpose as they fence nothing in or out. Just a short run of split rails meant to give a “country feel” to the yard. There was no real gate, just a gap between the two sections allowing the path from the front door to pass through. One day she was trying to convey some thought that included the exact location of something outside and she repeated, “It’s by the fence door!”
Doors in life can that opaque. I remembered this when a customer drove up and walked toward the store. Korey commented, “Oh you know that guy, he has something to do with music and he will want to refill his Butternut Squash Seed Oil.” I did recognize him and indeed he is a loyal consumer of that particular oil, but it was the music part of the description I focused on. With three events planned before the Grand Opening of the café, small details like – we need live music – have crept into my addled brain. Sure enough, this gentleman is the organizer for a major music festival in the region. We chatted for some time about possible acts, how to book them and what his organization could do to help us. Apparently there is a lot more red tape involved with new copyright law, than simply hiring a band. The conversation took an odd turn to his other passion, foster homes and children.
I have harbored a thought that there is at least one more thing I can do personally, to make the world a better place for someone else. Foster parenting is one option I have been secretly weighing. I certainly can’t take on a baby or toddler at this point in life. Perhaps there is an older child who has been dealt a bad hand and just needs one last stopping off place before launching into the world?
Following the conversation I played a little game with myself. Back in the days I was contemplating motherhood, I would stop in the middle of the day and purposely think, “What if I were a mother right now? How would my life be different?”
Of course, I could never answer that question adequately; I had no prior experience. So today I took moments to ask again, though somewhat differently this time. “If I shake up my world and commit to changing my comfortable routine for another human what will it be like? Do I have the ability to put my selfishness aside and give up my alone time for that kind of commitment?” I once again, find I have no adequate answer.
More important to me is the “fence door” that appeared in the form of a good customer; a person I never knew existed a few short months ago. Ready access to help and resources for work related needs and a new network opening up. I mentioned I need a graphic artist, he wrote down a name and showed me a poster this person just finished for his company. Suddenly, lots of puzzle pieces are falling into place, or perhaps it is fence doors appearing…