They say it takes a village to raise a child but no one ever really tells you where that village is located. That’s why you just have to create your own.
Raising my daughters is the only thing in this world that 100% requires my full attention. Everything else is just extra until they are out of my house and even then… will they ever stop needing me? Will that empty nest turn in to me needing them? Only the future will tell but for now, I’m tackling this whole momma bit with as much grace and laughter as possible. But if we are being real here, from time to time, I need a break. Like … someone take my girls before I snap, brake. Anyone else know that feeling?
For a very long time, I had a partner to help raise my girls with but for reasons out of my control I don’t have that any more. The responsibility falls squarely on my shoulders. A few in my tribe have been doing this whole single momma bit for a lot longer than me and I’ve always admired their strength and resilience to push through even when they wanted to give up.
Making that shift from doing everything on my own to asking for help has been an adjustment. It really does take a village to raise children. It really does take a village just to get through the day sometimes. Often times I feel as if the system is not really designed for single moms to succeed. Or because of the expectations we set for ourselves, we must be strong 100% of the time. I’ve never been one to ask for help so I pretty much work myself to the bone and I'm finding it’s just not a sustainable way to live.
This past weekend, two very important members of my tribe came through like champs. Helping coordinate my girls while I was out of town before I even mentioned it to them. I am so very thankful for those family and friends who love and help me. It’s quite possibly the only way I am able to survive this crazy thing we all call life!
A long time ago I wrote a song called “Patches of People”. It was never really more than a napkin kinda song but the gist of it was to find those people who fit … your village, your tribe. People who accept you just as you are and who want the very best for you. If you haven’t found your “patch of people” keep looking. They are there and once you find them… Love them dearly and love them often.
To my little tribe, I love you all. Thank you for supporting me. I could not and do not want to do this alone.