I have such a wonderful support system filled with friends and family that are, essentially, my village. And since Mother’s Day, I’ve been reflecting a lot on my motherhood journey thus far and it really became clear to me how good I have it.
There are no books, no articles, no group forums or Instagram feeds that can prepare you for the overwhelming rush of emotions you experience the moment you hold your baby in your arms for the very the first time. The overwhelming and deep love you have for this sweet little person that chose you to be their mother. They chose you and they need you. And gosh, you guys, that love?That love can move mountains.
And it is incredible how life changes the minute your bundle arrives earth side.
If you’ve been following my blog from pretty much the beginning, you’ll know that I had a lovely pregnancy, a beautiful labour, a slightly complicated recovery, and a whole bunch of hormones and emotions running rampant post-partum.
It was my village of trusted friends and family that helped me + my family get into our groove. It was my village that modified plans so that our little GBB would be comfortable + I would have a place to nurse in quiet. It was my village that brought gifts and food and hugs and laughter into our home when we were up to our ears in laundry, when I constantly smelled like sour milk, and when I was oh, so tired. It was my village that has supported, loved, and lifted my family up over and over and over again. And I could never leave out the incredible community of mamas on IG that have been so dang supportive and so dang inspiring. These mamas are motivating and encouraging and beautiful + there is nothing more reassuring than having a group of mamas who are also in the throes of motherhood and are up at all hours of the night just. like. me. Or dealing with toddler tornadoes all day err’ day, haha.
My village is a great source of inspiration to me + I can only hope I am a pillar of support and love to each and every one of them. Because, whether they are my blood or not, they are my heart. I would not be the mother I am without them and I am eternally grateful. They say it takes a village + it’s oh, so true.
I have a village. An incredible village.
A village who pops by to entertain George while I sit, chill, and enjoy a hot cup of coffee.
A village who comes by to check up on me when Aaron is out of town working.
A village who brings little treats for us and cuddles for George.
A village who will grab GBB and take him outside to run around when I just need a few minutes of quiet.
A village who will do my dishes long after our visit is over + I am trapped in the nursery under a sleeping toddler.
A village who sweeps up the crushed cheddar bunnies that your toddler just hulk-smashed into your rug.
A village who FaceTimes with little dude and has colouring dates while I hustle to get dinner ready.
A village who drops their plans to come + give Hubs and I an impromptu date night.
A village who treats and love my little dude like he is their own.
A village that listens to me + reassures my mama heart.
A village that never makes me feel alone. Even when I am so unbelievably exhausted after chasing around a toddler, keeping my home relatively tidy/clean, and trying to squeeze in work here and there, I know I am not alone. I know that I could call anyone in my village for help, support, love, and a laugh (and, oh, how a belly laugh can change everything!).
Oh, and this is Uncle Jake AKA George’s absolute favourite person. GBB asks for “UNCLE” pretty much every day. It’s the best. Jake is a HUGE part of my village. He is always lending a helping hand and loves George like he is his own. And for that, I am grateful. Uncle Jake, thank you.
ANYWAY.
Friends, I hope you will consider me in your village. Because I am. I am in your corner + I hope I can inspire and help and let you know you’re doing a fabulous job (because, spoiler alert, you are!).
