“I really wish you’d reconsider your decision,” my neighbor Steve said. He strode over, hands on hips, and added, “I hear it’s dangerous down there. I’m really worried about your kids.”
The decision he was referring to was the radical idea that my husband and I had settled on. We were moving, along with our two young sons — at age 7 and 9 — from small town U.S.A. to a modest mountain village in Ecuador. Steve wasn’t the only one with concerns. My brother, who normally lauded my parenting choices, was ominously silent on this one, afraid that talking about it would make it real, give it life and validation.
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