“It takes a village”. This is undoubtedly one of the more clichéd parenting slogans, and yet I believe that it holds an abundance of truth.
“How Mum, How in the world did you have six kids and not lose your mind?!” I asked my mother. I was about two months into my first foray into parenthood and it was taking the stuffing out of me. I couldn’t fathom how she had successfully tackled parenthood to the sixth power, without at least losing all of her hair.
“I wasn’t alone,” she answered. “I was consistently surrounded by help in the form of family and good friends.” “I’m convinced, “ she continued “that building a family was never designed to be a solo endeavor between husband and wife.”
Two years later and quickly approaching baby #2, I know she was right.
There is no way my husband and I could have made it this far on our own. We would most certainly not have willingly committed to the responsibility of a second child, without the assurance of a steadfast village.
Therefore, after the holidays, I am particularly grateful for my village.
For family who despite extensive geographic distances, find ways to be present, and those whose closeness is always a welcome relief, for mothers-in-law who get right into the trenches with offerings of quality time, Play-Doh, banana bread or whatever else the moment requires, for Brothers (from another mother) who keep your pantry loaded with snacks catered to your restrictive diet, for friends who don’t relent their invitations despite your many cancellations, and for fellow mums who don’t pretend to have it all together, but rather share their victories as well as their struggles so that you know you’re in good company.
Who in your village are you grateful for?