I’m sit­ting in my home of­fice (aka my garage) try­ing to be pro­duc­tive, just to re­alise I have read the same sen­tence for the 10th time and still have no idea what it is about.

Yes, I’m a newish mom. My beau­ti­ful baby, who de­cided this week – my first week back at work – that sleep is un­nec­es­sary, is now sleep­ing sound­lessly. Which makes it an ideal opportunit­y for me to get some much­needed work done and yet…

I’m start­ing to won­der if there’s a possibilit­y that when your baby falls asleep, so does your brain? Can my fel­low mom­mas shed some light on this? Please tell me it’s some­thing you ex­pe­ri­ence too?

As I sit here try­ing to type, I hear my neigh­bour singing, and it im­me­di­ately takes me on a nos­tal­gic jour­ney to when I was a lit­tle girl grow­ing up on a beau­ti­ful farm in the Free State, where the ladies with their lovely voices al­ways sang. As a lit­tle girl, it made me feel safe, and even now, as I near 30 years, hear­ing my neigh­bour singing brings me so much com­fort. For a mo­ment I played with the idea of ask­ing her to hold me, just like when I was lit­tle, but luck­ily I re­alised she might find that a lit­tle weird. It’s not the same as ask­ing for a cup of sugar!

This made me re­alise how priv­i­leged I am to be raised by a “vil­lage”. Now that I’m a new mother, I miss that “vil­lage” spirit even more than ever.

For those of you who are rais­ing chil­dren and have the priv­i­lege of hav­ing your fam­ily around the cor­ner, give them a #shoutout of ap­pre­ci­a­tion tonight. For those of you whose fam­i­lies are far, #You­veGotThis! And to my neigh­bour… Never stop singing.

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