To my dear friend Natalie, I will miss you in my village.
Webster’s Dictionary defines a village as a settlement usually larger than a hamlet and smaller than a town or the residents of a village.
I love my ‘village’. In my village are my children, my husband, my friends, my colleagues and my children’s friends, sadly, due to geographical distances my extended family are not part of my immediate village unless they are visiting.
Without my village my children would not have the opportunities to participate in as many extra-curricula activities as they do, they would not have play dates, they would not have interaction with others out of school hours.
Without my village I would be declared clinically insane.
My village are here to support me emotionally, socially and physically and I am here to support them in the same way. Members of my village have fixed leaking taps, they have brought me meals, they have covered for me at meetings, they drop off and pick up my children, they watch my children if I am not present, they have fixed my electricity, they have helped us move houses, they have fed the dogs and looked after the house whilst we were on holiday, they have done my dishes, but most of all, members of my village sit at my kitchen table, share a cup of coffee with me and ask how I’m doing.
We all need to connect with others, without communication what do we have? I love catching up with others over a coffee or a meal; it allows me to interact with other adults and chat, vent, whinge, laugh, listen, respond, connect. It is human nature to interact with others but as busy mothers we don’t always allow ourselves the opportunity to step away from the needs and wants of our family and take time out for our own sanity.
Although I don’t have family as part of my immediate village, I consider all members of my village family. I know that as life goes on and change happens, these members will come and go, but the important thing is to always have someone in your village.