It takes a village.
I thought that was about the kid. It’s not.
It’s about me.
It takes a village to raise me. To make sure I’m clothed and safe. To soothe me when I cry. To entertain me and teach me new things.
I’m a baby mother, brand new. I can’t sleep, and have trouble feeding myself. Someone should probably keep an eye on me lest I do something incredibly dangerous. I have muscles that need to be stretched and worked but I can’t do it on my own just yet.
My world is actually really quite small but seems enormous to me. Insurmountable at times. It is harsh and scary and bright and loud. Please do not leave me alone in the dark.
I have wants and needs that stretch miles long and I don’t even understand them or know what to ask for. I only know when something is wrong or when things are right & good. I will get angry and upset when you don’t understand my indecipherable cries.
I’ll get there though, I promise. Just stick with me a little while longer and then a bit more and soon I’ll surprise both of us at how far I’ve come. My steps are wobbly and unsure but a touch daring, too. And it wasn’t long ago that I could barely stand.
It is a task, taking care of me. Please do it anyway. Teach this woman to fish and I’ll turn around and feed my own forever. The next generation of village.