On Sunday, March 31st, I celebrated my 33rd birthday. This was the first birthday in a longtime in which I was celebrated and got a chance to celebrate. I spent my 30th and 32nd birthdays on bed rest and planning my baby showers. My 31st birthday was spent putting energy and funds to Aubrey's Christening/1st Birthday party. Regardless of how those birthdays were spent, I was always surrounded by the love and support of my village. Though the chief of my village is no longer here in the physical, he's still alive in the presence of our children and all those whom he has touched and/or befriended.
I am so humbled by the outpouring of love and support from our family and friends near and far. It means so much to me. As I walk into this new chapter of my life I am embracing the challenge of this new journey and all that it is coming with. I have accepted the fact that I am a single mom who has launched a new business and is returning to complete her MBA once and for all. My loving family and friends remind me all of the time of how strong they think that I am. Little do they know I am as strong as my village. God is the source of my strength and all of the prayers sent up by my family and friends have aided in the process.
I remember when I used to work as a Case Manager in a family shelter. One of the questions I would always ask my clients was, "Do you have any relatives you can stay with?" Some of the responses used to blow my mind. People would let their pride and at times ignorance stand in the way of them maintaining their support systems. Others genuinely had no extended family members they could turn to.
If I didn't have my parents and my siblings to help me from day to day I don't know how I would make it. The random calls and text messages from close family and friends give me that extra boost. Every now and again I'll get a cash-app text or a special handshake with a gift. If people only knew how those little gestures truly make me feel. The willingness to pour into the lives of the children and I just to make sure that we are OK. Words cannot express how much that means to me. It is also a reminder of who Charles was; even in death he is still looking out for us. Throughout this entire ordeal I’ve gained even more courage pled with appreciation for who I am currently and becoming. All of this would not have been possible without my immediate village and the entire village Charles left behind.
A village is such an important part of your make up. it’s also integral to your survival. Your village isn't necessarily the family you are born into but rather is formulated by who you chose to be in your life. There was a point in time when I felt like my home was an extension of the Liberian Counselate. People were always in and out of my home. Sometimes I was making airport runs as well. Charles would always say, “You never know when you will need someone’s help.”
My question to you is, “Who you rolling with?” Comment below, your thoughts on having a village. Is it necessary?