IT TAKES A VILLAGE
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.