A friend came over to watch the two little guys today so I could sneak out to get my hair cut and run a couple of errands. It's amazing what I can accomplish without having to buckle and unbuckle and carry and search for mittens.
On my drive home, I was thinking about the old cliché "it takes a village to raise a child." It really is true, but it also takes a village to raise an adult. I do not know what I would do without my circle. My people. My village.
Of course, there are many people who fall into this category, and for a number of varying reasons. Some are people we talk to daily, some we see once or twice a year, but all are so important to our life.
I was thinking mostly about that immediate circle, the ones we lean on from day to day. As a stay-at-home mom, I rely heavily on my fellow at-home friends for support, encouragement, and even just for coffee and conversation. There are several of us who will take each other's kids on short notice, send dinner leftovers when we're sick, or just drop off a latte on a tough day.
I take these women (and their families) for granted. I was high on my gratitude this morning when I got some tragic news from someone in my circle. Texts and emails were sent. We wept together. We prayed. We immediately started trying to figure out how we could help.
It's hard, supporting a friend through a difficult time. It's awkward. Challenging. It tests our faith. But I know these families would do it for me, and I'm grateful for that knowledge as we suffer in solidarity today. It was a rough day, but how much rougher would it be if we had to do it alone?