It takes a village…

I want my village.

I want to have been watching my aunts, sisters, cousins and mother have and raise babies. I wish I could have experienced that there is a huge range of normal. I want those people there in my current time of two small people, one of whom is trying to make a Berry shaped hole in her world.

I want a shoulder to cry on, a team to celebrate with and someone to talk to when my 10 month old is awake again, after waking every hour at 3am. Sometimes I think about that tribe in the Amazon who all live in a single building, and I wonder what we have lost in our never ending quest to be comfortable.

Most of all I want my grandmothers. Wise women who lived amazing lives. I want their insight, perspective and wisdom.

I want my village.