Everyone says it takes a village to raise a child and I’ve always believed that it was true.
Your village is your close family & friends who are there when you need them. Today I’m going to talk about why I’m thankful for my village.
Family has always been really important to me and I’ve always considered close friends to be family as well. If there is one person out of my entire village that I could thank all day every day it would be my cousin Brenda. My grandmother that I was EXTREMELY close with passed away from cancer before I got pregnant with Easton.
Brenda was my grandmother’s best friend so she stepped in and was in the labor and delivery room with me and my mother. I had always wanted my grandmother to be there and while I know she was there in spirit, Brenda was physically there to take her place.
She never left my side the entire time We were waiting for him to be born.
I consider my village priceless. Nobody can take away the love I have for the people in my village or the love they feel for me. I struggled mentally with postpartum depression and physically with a serious infection after Easton was born.
I had friends and family who I hadn’t spoken to in months offer to come help and ask if there was anything they could do. I didn’t realize how much you actually need a village to raise a child (and to keep yourself sane) until I had Easton.