You know the saying, “It’s takes a village to raise a child…”? In our household, this is certainly true. Without our “village,” I’d be a wreck.
I feel blessed that our children are growing up in a two-parent household. But, due to our jobs and schedules, we are mostly a one-at-a-time parent household. I work daytime business hours, and my husband second-shift on a rotating basis. While these are the choices that we’ve made for our family, we make it work as best we can.
Sometimes I cannot always pick our kids up after school. In these times, I rely on our “village” to help. Occasionally both Jake and I need to be somewhere at the same time. Usually instead of a sitter, we have our “village” to lend a hand.
Our “village” includes our family and close friends who have shown us they are here for us, when we need it (and even when we don’t THINK we need it!). Asking for help is a very difficult thing to do for many of us, but so very necessary at times when you feel overwhelmed, helpless, or uncertain.
Being the wife of a police officer and National Guard soldier, I have had to learn to ask for help. I could not make it through over a year of deployment without relying on our “village” to help care for us. There were meals, cards, kind words, encouragement. There were hugs, babysitting offers, snow removal, lawn mowing, and laughter. I needed those morale boosters from our “village” to keep going, just as the care packages, emails, letters, and Skype dates helped pass the time for my husband in Afghanistan.
One weekend, I was overwhelmed with the creative ambush I received from my two best friends who sneakily arranged to raise my spirits. Although I was a bit embarrassed by their help at first, I understood their gesture to be one of something that they knew they could do, and wanted to do freely. So often we block people’s way of showing they care by being too prideful or feeling as if we can “do it all on our own.” Sometimes we just need to accept that these offers are forms of love, care and concern.
When the world seems to be crashing down around me (which occasionally does happen, I must admit!), I don’t have to look far. Whether they are in front of me, behind me, or encircling me, I know our “village” is just a phone call away, and they are almost always ready & willing to help. I am so grateful for our “village!”
Who is your “village?”