I am extraordinarily lucky. Two years before Tiny arrived on the scene, Rasta Daddy and I moved less than a mile away from my parents' house. This was not by design but an opportunity to live in a great home fell into our laps and we seized the moment so-to-speak.
Although I did everything I could to have the most natural birth possible, Tiny preferred to be pulled out of my belly, feet first. Since my C-section was rather unplanned and fairly last minute, Rasta Daddy and I were scrambling to make sure that Tiny and I had the help we needed after he had to return to work.
Thank GOD that we lived so close to my parents. Shortly after we arrived home, “Moogie's Family Care” kicked in.
My mom – AKA Moogie – spent the next three months helping us more than I could have hoped for. She brought me dinner every night (Rasta Daddy worked swing shift), she cleaned my house, she held Tiny while I showered, she drove me to numerous doctor appointments during my extraordinarily long recovery, and she offered so much support as I found my way as a new mother. She listened, she held me when I cried, she encouraged me to not give up, and she came whenever I called, just needing my mommy.
In the past three years my Moogie has been my strongest support system, my biggest parenting ally, the voice of reason when mommy-brain has me all confused, and an ear that I can bend day or night. She literally will drop everything to help me and Tiny when we need it.
I honestly would not be the mother I am today without my mom. Tiny and I both need her – tons! Tiny adores her and loves spending time with her. My mom takes Tiny for a few hours each week so I can do a little work – the income generating kind. She watches her while I run errands or go to appointments. When Tiny and I are having a tough day and just need a distraction – my mom is a short walk around the block. We show up unexpectedly quite often.
My dad has been a huge support system too. He has been known to help me with heavy lifting, some urgent child safety needs (like immediately installing some locks on our front door when Tiny opened it up and walked right out one day), shopping (yes – shopping), and picking Tiny and I up from the park during sudden and unexpected rainstorms. He is also an awesome chef and absolutely loves creating weekend meals that we can all come together and enjoy as a family.
I feel blessed that Tiny has been able to spend so much time with her Gigi and Papa during her formative years. They support my natural parenting approach and do their best to “grandparent” in the same way that I “mother.”
I don't have a huge village of support. But I really don't need one. My parents have been and will continue to be the village I need.