This morning, as I got a quick message from a friend across the country, I realized I knew the answer to this parenting thing.
Big I know.
Except the answer is kinda, ridiculously little:
We just need to feel like we’re not in this alone. Like we have somebody, anybody, in our corner with us.
A little note from a friend across the world, a text from a neighborhood mom, a sympathetic smile in the parking lot…. that’s all it takes.
To make me feel like I can do this parenting thing. Like I’m not the first or the last to take on this herculean task of somehow raising well-adjusted, contributing little individuals.
Is that so much to ask?
Sometimes I feel like it is.
Like we each have filled our lives to the brim and are on the brink of collapse.
Like we’ve transformed our lives into a tenuous game of Jenga. Forget about pulling out a piece – just jiggle one and the whole stack threatens to come down. Every. Day.
But the days I have this little nudges of encouragement and empathy I don’t feel so alone. I don’t feel like J and I are fending for ourselves.
So simple, isnt it?
And yet, I don’t think every family can count on having this support every day.
If I could, I would text every mama in the morning and tell her – You got this. You’re doing an incredible job. You’re kids couldn’t be luckier to have you.
I would email every dad and say – Thank you for doing everything you do. It matters. Your kids adore you.
Such a little thing. But that’s all it takes.
Because we’re not in this alone.
And it’s time we felt it.