It’s been said that “it takes a village” to raise children. I am lucky enough to have said village. At the drop of a hat I would be able to call my parents, my aunt, or my friends for anything. I am also so very fortunate to be connected to so many different types of parenting. I learn lessons daily from every single momma, and daddy, that I come in contact with. From close friends to new acquaintances. We are all different and we all have different views and opinions, but we all have one BIG thing in common. We all want to be good parents. And I see that. I see you.
I see you.
To the mom in Target, frantically opening the pacifier package and sucking on it to kill the germs before giving it to your screaming child, I see you.
To the dad as you carry your thrashing child out of the ballpark after a long day, I see you.
To the parents trying to enjoy an afternoon at a festival and the kids just aren’t into it, I see you.
To the grandparents, going on day 4 with their precious grandbabies because mom is stuck at home with the flu, I see you.
To the momma, with her ducklings all in a row, sitting quietly in Mass, I see you, too. {P.S. How do you do it??????}
To the working parents who are criticized for working; as you race off to practice after work then all of a sudden it’s 8pm and you still don’t have a clue what you will feed your crew for dinner, I see you.
To the stay at home mom who just doesn’t have enough hours in the day, I see you.
I pray for you.
I see ALL of you doing the best you can. I pray for you. I pray for myself as I strive to “let go and let God.”
There are many times you hear of a struggle that someone may be having, but more often than not, you don’t. We humans are prideful and asking for help isn’t always in our realm. Whether it’s not having enough time, not having enough hands, not being able to make it to every practice or even struggling at bed time. We all go through it. Just remember, you never ever know what someone is facing.
