It was my turn to try to console our teething infant, since my husband had already been on duty for the previous 2 hours. I took over and an hour later he was still inconsolable and I believe I was too. In a moment of desperation I stormed downstairs, baby in arms, slipped my shoes on and walked out the door. It was almost midnight so it was dark and chilly. He was instantly quiet.
There were a surprising number of people still awake at this time; almost every house on the street had lights on and I could see right into their homes. I have met many of the families that occupy these homes and I know their circumstances: the angry alcoholic man with no children who listens to 80’s classic rock, the single mom who works full time with 2 almost-teen boys, the woman on her second marriage and raising her 9 year old son with her second husband while she tries to decide whether to return to the Mormon church, the wonderful mother of 2 very small girls who is the second wife to a man with 2 children of his own. I looked through their windows in passing and I could almost feel that they were in the same boat emotionally as I was that night. As I walked down our street I had an epiphany. You can see others much clearer standing outside in the dark looking into their lit homes.
And also, If I could choose to go back into any of the houses I would choose mine.