I usually screw up most “sayings”. Like the six and half dozen saying? Yeah, still can’t say that one right. I usually just say.. “six and the dozen thing”, people know what I’m talking about so I’m cool with it.
I could never truly appreciate the saying “it takes a village” until I needed one.
Looking back, I guess it has always taken a village. Wether you are raising children, or headed off to college, or suffering a loss. It’s our “village” that rallies around us. I have always truly been blessed with an incredible village, even when I didn’t know it.
After my son was born, I was lucky enough to have about 6 months off from work to be home. When it was time to return to work, I was again, lucky enough to have my sister, my bestest bestie in the world, whom also happens to be a teacher and a sty at home mom at the time, take the reigns and act as my co-momma. I was lucky enough to drive 2.2 miles around the corner, drop my son off to someone I trusted like I would myself, watch an incredible bond form between my son and sister, and have the next best thing to me staying home until he was a year old. I could not have been luckier.
Quick side note- I plan on covering the incredible bond between sisters in a late purge. It needs its own time.
When my son turned a year old, the need for a new co-momma was needed. My village continued to grow. I used care.com and was introduced to one of the most amazing women I have ever met. My second co-momma. She was a music therapist that had found herself in need of staying home to care for her now three children. At the time, my son was the only child she would be taking care of besides her own. When it came time to meet her fave to face, it was an instant connection. I knew immediately that she would love my son as close as she could to me. Fast forward 4 years, countless “sibling” like battles, the toddler sleepover of the century, quotable toddler quotes, boo boos, tears, TONS of drama, hugs so tight you couldn’t breathe, and the most precious friendships between ALL of her children, which included mine.
Our relationship ran so mutually and deeply, my sons picture was placed up on the wall, because that’s where the rest of her kids were!
I get to watch the reunion of the “littles” next week, as summer begins and my son returns to his roots, with his buddies and his other momma. I am forever grateful for the love and friendship that was forged from care.com.
I am proud that I have had people want to be part of my village. Every parent knows how hard this job is, so anyone willing to pitch in is welcome in my world.
Thank you to all of my co-momma’s. I only mentioned two, but there are more of you than I can list.
Much love and respect.
Xo -e
The Underground Momma 