They say it takes a village…

At the end of every week, I find myself so THANKFUL to have made it through… truthfully, Friday’s feel like crossing the finish line at the end of a marathon (I don’t actually know what that feels like, but I assume it’s similar… no?? lol). If I said each week feels so much easier than the last, I would be lying... but I find myself leaning on my mommy-friends more than ever before and for them I am so grateful.

The past several months have made me more anxious, more confused, and more unsure than I have ever been before and having a village has been so amazing. They have helped bring me back down to reality, see things a little more clearly, be a little more rational and just validate my feelings.

“It takes a village to raise a child” is an African proverb that emphasizes the importance of many people (a village) providing experiences and interactions to help children prosper. I feel... after the last several months... that the “village” is just as critical for those raising the children as it is for the children themselves.

Parenting doesn’t come with a handbook, nor does parenting through a pandemic. And I would be a fool not to count on my village when I feel like I’m done adulting. When the weight of a decision feels so heavy I don’t want to make one at all... when all the teething tricks stop working... when I’ve lost the thousandth Google Meet link. As much as I try to do it alone... this has shown me that sometimes I can’t. And sometimes it’s silly to try.

Use your village.