It takes a village. Truly I can’t tell you how many people we come into contact with every day. And we need every single one of them to raise our boys. Whether it be for actual physical needs; for the contributions they can make into who my boys are becoming; or as voices and a presence in our lives as parents, partners, individuals and followers of Jesus. Each member of our community is absolutely essential.
Last week my son Camper was sick. My dad watched Cashel, my eldest, while I took the baby to his one-month checkup and had Camper checked out for the flu. My mom ran to the store to get all the necessary items that the doctor wanted us to purchase to keep him healthy. The next day I found myself leading our moms group and needing to be there because I’m the facilitator. And Camp is sick… What to do? Call my dad. He comes to the library, where we meet, to pick him up and watches him at their house so that he doesn’t contaminate the other kids.
These experiences grab my attention, and make my limitations more evident. I can’t deny I need our village when I just simply can’t do it myself. And the physical example is so helpful in showing me how I need our village. It shows me my needs in more ways then just these literal physical limitations, it also helps me realize my parenting limitations, my personal shortcomings, and when life just happens and things are out of my control. It also shows me clearly just how much I need Jesus and want what HE has for me. I am not enough, but Jesus is. And thankfully here on earth He gave us this village.
I am who I am because of a village. A village who teaches and enables me. A village who loves and cares for me.
Thank you village.