We all know the saying “It takes a village to raise a child.” With “I Miss the Village” blog post currently going viral, it’s made me realize how lonely this whole mom thing can be. We don’t have a village to help raise our children anymore, nor the support that comes with it.
But my hope is not lost. I may not have the village as it used to be, but I’m working on finding the new meaning of it. My mom friends may not be living a couple houses down, but I can call/text any time I need. Whether it’s to vent, plan a play date, or in an emergency I know I can count on them. They are a part of my village. My friends that are not yet mothers are also a very important part of my village. With offers to watch Huddy so hubbs and I can go out, or taking him for a walk around the restaurant so I can eat my food in peace, or just a sweet text on a rough day- they get it. My social media moms- we may not have met in person, but we support and pray for each other on a daily basis. Even strangers I meet in my day-to-day life. For example: yesterday at the post office, Hudson was having a full blown temper tantrum. The lady next to me finished my packages and carried them to the front for me so I could focus on calming him down. I don’t even know her name, but she’s a part of my village too.
So although it may not be traditional, I’m blessed by my modern day village. I couldn’t do this without them.