It’s a saying you hear all the time isn’t it? It takes a village to raise children.
The thing is…do you need a village? I don’t mean ‘Do YOU need a village?’ Uncle Sam style with pointed finger. It’s more of a rhetorical ‘Do you need a village to raise a family?’.
Back in the day there wasn’t so much pressure on parents to be everything. I deliberately use parents rather than mothers as my other half works really hard then comes home and does most of the house work. Just to be clear I’m not sat on my backside doing nothing. I do the majority of the childcare. I’m not just on Instagram looking at everyone’s pictures. Well…I might be… whilst I’m also standing in the wee one’s room waiting for him to fall asleep. That’s just multitasking though right?
I think we do need a village, or I certainly do, but for us that’s less so in the practical sense, as in someone to help with an emergency collection from school, looking after the boys if I need to go to the doctors etc, as we pay for childcare for both boys.
For me, my village comes in the form of friends I can rely on for support through chatting, sending randim gifs that make me laugh etc and not necessarily related to the children at all.
I’m lucky enough to have lots of groups of friends who I have met throughout my life. Some are friends from before the boys were even a twinkle in our eyes, some through having had children (either through NCT or our child minder/nursery), some through running and now new friends through chatting to people online.
All are important friendships and all offer something different. But all offer support in one shape or form.
To all my friends…thank you for being there for me. Thank you for listening to me wang on about the various trials and tribulations that come with raising children. And thank you for making me feel less of a numpty when I ask whether your child is also doing the same thing as the boys. Thank you keeping me sane (well partly sane).