I’ve long held the belief that it takes a village to raise a child. Growing up in a vibrant community in London, surrounded by family and steeped in our rich Indian traditions, I experienced firsthand the immense support new parents receive from relatives.
When I stepped into motherhood while living in New Zealand with my husband, I found myself far away from that familiar safety net. However, it was here that I discovered a different kind of village. The women I met in prenatal classes, all blissfully unaware of the challenges ahead, became my lifeline. Together, we navigated sleepless nights, shared our stories of triumph and tribulation, and took long walks to soothe fussy babies. These women, once strangers, transformed into my support system—my village.
As I embraced my role as a mother, I listened to their advice, even if I didn’t always concur. We celebrated our babies’ first birthdays together, sharing both laughter and tears, and through it all, we grew alongside our little ones.
Fast forward to the birth of my second child, and I was back in London, where my traditional village was ready to catch me. My mother cradled my newborn when I felt overwhelmed, while my father entertained my toddler, and my aunt prepared nourishing meals tailored for breastfeeding moms. My cousins were there too, sharing invaluable tips on everything from swaddling to sleep routines.
Now, with my eldest being 4, it’s been a while since I actively sought out the village’s wisdom, but I rely on it in everyday life. My parents care for my kids three days a week, and my best friend, whose kids are the same age, knows exactly when to pour a glass of wine after a tough day.
This week, I reached out for support, albeit unknowingly. While I’ve grown more accepting of our parenting challenges—like my daughter still co-sleeping and my son’s disinterest in writing—I recently found myself troubled by my son’s eating habits. I decided to share my concerns on social media and my blog, laying bare my fears about his diet and my perceived shortcomings. Writing about my worries felt like a necessary step toward addressing them.
I even mustered the courage to type “food avoidance disorder.” That’s when I discovered my village once again. Even without realizing I needed it, support flooded in from all directions. I was reminded that motherhood is a continuous journey of learning, not just from those we’ve known forever, but also from those we connect with online.
Friends, family, acquaintances, and even strangers reached out with kindness. They shared stories, offered reassurance, and reminded me that everything would eventually be alright. Their thoughtful insights, which I hadn’t even known I was seeking, provided more comfort than I expected. While my son’s eating habits remain unchanged, I am reminded to trust my instincts; he will be okay.
The village may not be able to make my son eat, but its encouragement eased my anxiety. I drew strength from the collective wisdom of my community, recognizing the confidence I’ve built over the years, supported by this village and rooted in my belief in my parenting choices.
The village encompasses far more than my family and friends; it includes every reader and every parent or non-parent who has ever listened or offered their presence. The beauty of the village is not only its role in raising a child but in uplifting a mother, too.
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Summary: The journey of motherhood is enriched by the support of a village, whether it’s family, friends, or online connections. As I navigated my own parenting challenges, I discovered that reaching out for help not only nurtures my children but also strengthens me as a mother.