I was reading one of those silly lists that are all over the Internet these days, this one specifically about the first year of parenthood. Most were either obvious or sappy, but then I got to number eight:
The most important thing to get for your baby is not a Rock n’ Play, nor a good set of swaddling blankets, nor a high-end stroller. The most important thing to get for your baby is a village. Your village will keep you afloat. They will carry you when you are tired, feed you when you are starving, forgive you when you are unkempt and hours late and a neglectful friend who can’t remember to wear socks let alone whose birthday it is. They will love your baby when you are too tired or frustrated to hold her at the moment, because you are imperfect and human and have imperfect and human failings. They will remind you who you are when you start to think your whole life is only about poop. They will lift you up.
Y’all…I cried. I couldn’t help it. I can’t even begin to explain how much Mike and I have needed (and used to the fullest) our village. Our parents have by far been our strongest support system emotionally, physically, and financially, but everyone else has been amazing and we are so grateful.