“The first time I experienced being on the receiving end of the phrase, ‘It takes a village’ was during my first pregnancy. My husband was out of town and I started to miscarry.
The doctor scheduled an ultrasound for the next morning to confirm what was happening. I had no close friends that lived nearby. The only friend I had locally I had met only months prior. She’s a mom of two. Before even really thinking about it, or hesitating at all, I called her. Sobbing. Explaining what was happening, and what was feared it could be.
‘I’m driving you there. Do you prefer me beside you or in the waiting room? What can I bring over to you tonight in the meantime?’
She didn’t really even think or hesitate at all either. Her care and love were instinctual.
This same friend that held my hand through that nightmare often comes by for coffee. And every time she does? Without hesitating or thinking, she washes bottles. Folds a blanket. Holds James so I can use the bathroom. Instinctually.
The more I learn about being a mom, the more I feel the phrase, ‘It takes a village,’ is really more about raising and supporting the parents than it is about raising and supporting the babies.
It’s why grandparents insist mom and dad go on a date while they babysit.
It’s why airport breastfeeding rooms become covered with post-it notes of encouragement.
It’s why meal trains began.
It’s why loved ones ask how mom and dad are before asking to see more baby pictures.
It’s why friends ask how mom is really feeling during pregnancy.
It’s why diaper funds began.
It’s why hands are held during both the unthinkable and the miraculous.
It takes a village to raise and support a mom and dad as they raise and support their little miracles. And the more I see this, the more emotional I get at the gratitude of it all. And the more I pray to always remember to shower these same gifts to fellow parents, too.
These were taken in the Pittsburgh Airport in the breastfeeding room. The entire wall was covered with post-its packed with encouragement. Nearly dissolved into a puddle for the rest of forever when I saw them.”
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