
view from our old neighborhood
Gary and I lived in San Anselmo, outside of San Francisco, for several years. Even after the girls were born and we had moved away, we returned for some time and found a house to rent in this sweet town, so Shawn was also born in San Anselmo.
We made the 45 minute drive over the Richmond bridge, to Marin county a few times.

One evening we were able to visit friends. They have 3 boys and we have known them since Sky was a newborn. Laura, their mother, was at Shawn's birth. All of the kids have almost a cousin-like relationship. Here they all are five minutes after we had arrived. I commented to the adults that, between our 2 families, we now have a basketball team and a sub. The trampoline is cleverly placed over a sunken hot tub.

our old neighborhood

the kids' table
We had a lovely meal and were happy to have so much time to visit, after so many years of watching young children toddle around, and being interrupted. The kids all shot baskets until it got dark. This was independence!
I did a little research on Saint Anselm (San Anselmo is Spanish for St. Anselm). For perspecive, he was born in 1033! I was interested to find this tidbit:
Always an independent thinker, Anselm also became the most learned theologian of his generation, and as a metaphysician and a mystic surpassed all Latin Christian writers since St. Augustine. Not content with collecting and rewording the books of earlier Church Fathers, he pursued an independent line of reasoning. His predecessors for the most part had assumed without argument the fundamental principle that the God whom they loved and worshiped had real existence. Although Anselm never doubted, he nevertheless wished to satisfy his mind by rational proof that what he already believed was true. "I do not seek to understand in order that I may believe, but I believe in order to understand."
With regard to the education of the young, Anselm held very liberal views. To an abbot who was lamenting the poor success of his efforts, he said: "If you planted a tree in your garden, and bound it down on all sides, so that it could not spread years branches, what kind of a tree would it prove when in after years you gave it room to spread? Would it not be useless, with its boughs all twisted and tangled? . . . But that is how you treat your boys . . . cramping them with fears and blows and debarring them from the enjoyment of any freedom."
I can tell you that these boys are some of the sweetest boys we know. They live in a very loving family with a great balance of structure and freedom. I think St. Anselm would be very happy.