Someone once said that it takes a village to raise a child.
I have been thinking about that village a lot lately. I have been thinking about who is a part of that village. I have been thinking about the many cultural differences there are out there when it comes to who helps raise our children.
As a mother to a child with special needs my village seems to look a bit different then most in this culture. I have many people in and out of my home on a daily bases. I have had to ask for help with cooking, cleaning, and errand running. Even though sometimes hard, I have had the honor of accepting gifts and other monetary help just to get by.
I have poured my heart out to so many and have asked people to go above and beyond. Many times I have disagreed with others about what a village should look like and how to make it work for my family.
Last night Makenzie and I went to a Christmas party at a good friend's house. This friend is a part of my village. The party was a ton of fun but there were a bunch of people and lots of noise. Makenzie was already on the tired side so she wasn't handling it all that well. One I could tell she had had all she could handle I found a quite bedroom and we laid down on the bed. She looked at me and smiled. I asked her if she was ready to go home and her grin got bigger.... so we packed up and headed home.
As soon as we got home I laid Makenzie in bed. She was on a bit of a sensory overload so I wanted to wait until I knew she was good and asleep before I crawled out of bed.
I woke up this morning to a beeping pump and a sleeping girl. At first I was really confused. I took me a little while to figure out what was going on.
I fell asleep with Makenzie. I did not wake up to start her bag but that was ok because my village (Erica) came to the rescue by starting her water and dosing all of her medicine.
I was in heaven this morning. Every night as I lay with Makenzie, I think about how nice it would be just to close my eyes and go to sleep. Every night I crawl my tired self out of the bed so that I can do water and medicine. Last night for the first time in almost 4 years I got to fall asleep knowing that Makenzie would be taken care of..... and she was!!! My village! I am sure going to miss having this part of my village here when they head home after the holidays!
Then today we headed to a Christmas brunch with Zakk, Erica and their extended family. We laughed and ate. The little girls chased my two youngest boys around all morning. Josh gave them all piggy back rides and everyone acted as if they had know us forever! Their family opened presents and my boys even got a few! My village.
This afternoon Santa showed up at our door in the form of three little blonde haired beauty's and their parents. Their family had been given our name from the church and were so excited to share the Christmas spirit with our family! They were the cutest little things I have ever seen..... ok.... except for my own kids....... and their generosity will not soon be forgotten! My village!
I love my village! There are many more who stand with our family! I did not forget about you but I would be at this keyboard all night! My village may not be what most would choose but it is mine and works for me!
What does your village look like?
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