I was reading Spilled Milk today and got inspired to write this post. I’m sure you’ve heard that proverb… “it takes a village to raise a child”. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. The origins of the phrase have been lost to time, but that does not diminish its truth.
Growing up I had a village of family that grew into a village of school… but my mom also had a village. She was not charged with making me the center of her universe. She played with us when she could, but it was not the expectation it seems to be today. The child centered house is a modern idea using false Leave It To Beaver nostalgia to make us feel like it was always this way.
Well I do not buy it! Like most children, Peyton needs a lot of attention and stimulation. I can not work all day, go to school, keep the house clean, spend time with my husband and entertain her during her waking hours. Do I feel guilty? You betcha! But I’m working on it. Peyton will put up a good fight for my attention, which can be quite unnerving for some, but she has earned the right to do so. She has never known a time when she has had all of my attention. I went back to work 3 weeks after she was born, and that was hard, but…
…going back to school was a different kind of choice. It is purposeful. I am choosing to fill my time with class and study and I struggle daily with guilt. There are so many other things that need to be done, I still haven’t finished our taxes and I’m weeks behind in booking dates for Jefferson, and to top it all off I started reading Peyton my text books before she goes to bed. On the other hand. I am so lucky — the village that surrounds us here is full of wonderfully creative and outgoing people that truly get my kid. They motivate and inspire me everyday to keep on keeping on, they tell me that what I am doing is worth it and that is the thing about a village. Whether it is helping me raise my child or supporting my dream, they got my back! To hell with the guilt!!