Let’s talk for a second about the word community. It’s is a group of people who support you. That’s it. They might not be close friends, you might not even know them in person, but they are your sounding board, your delivery service, and your encyclopedia of all things.
In grade school I had a group of friends who taught me about the social rules on the playground, how to get the best pizza in the lunch room, and how to walk home from school on the railroad tracks without dying. That’s right. I said railroad tracks. #safetyfirst. In college I learned how to act like an adult, how to use my Hobo Dough efficiently, and where to park without getting a ticket. And finally, as a mother I learned about coconut oil, how to coupon, and where to find a good playgroup. But those things don’t even scratch the surface of what my community means to me. This month I have experienced an outpouring of love from my people. Here are just a few snippets:
- Doulas came out of the woodwork when I asked for help supporting a mom in birth. I was moved to tears when one offered to travel to Sioux Falls with a few minutes notice to take my place at a birth. She did this because women deserve continuous birth support and because #thatswhatdoulasdo.
- I watch women encourage and support each other everyday. I remember one particular moment when at least ten moms selflessly offered their breast milk to a mother seeking donor milk for her newborn son.
- I wrote this blog from my bed as I lay broken from a back injury. Of course, my community opened their arms. They offered everything from meals to laundry to childcare. Anika got the stink off my little boys and played Superman and cars with them while I healed. Lexi kept my little people entertained and provided the necessary ice pack and hot tea deliveries. My sister nourished our bodies and souls with healthy, homemade meals.
Honestly, the thing I’ve learned most from my people is that we are all trying our best. We all seem to want what’s best for each other and are willing to go to great extremes to ensure everyone has what they need, whether that’s a hug, a coffee, or non-judgmental info about infant sleep habits.
We’re all doing our best. Sometimes we just need a hug.