I Want (Need) a Village

Baby on my back, the weight literally on my shoulders

Recently, a women from one of the expat groups that I am a member of, posted an article about how hard it is to be an expat wife. To sum it up: losing your job identity, living in a place where you don’t speak the language, and having to set up a life for your spouse and children is hard. So even though there are perks, the emotional toll is extremely difficult. And I had to laugh, because the other choice was crying.

One of my friend’s favorite quotes is about becoming a mother:

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new. -Osho

You Can’t do it Alone

The one greatest realization I have had since becoming a mother is that I cannot do it alone. It was cathartic. Me- the officer, the academic, the independent “I can do anything and I can do it by myself”- can not do it alone.

A mother can be a child’s many things but she can not be a child’s everything.   

The modern nuclear family doesn’t make sense. One person can not cook and clean and sustain the house (upkeep, decorating, holidays) and do that while also breastfeeding, playing (educating) kids, and not sleeping well at night.   

When I martyr myself and try to keep it all together, that lack of breathing space for my mind eventually gets so small that the whole system collapses. When I don’t and I have a messy house because playing and cooking come first, I do a little better but the clutter also gets in my head and it doesn’t quite work.

Lowering Expectations

The internet is full of affirmations of women admitting that they don’t have it all together, and while I most certainly admire the candid approach, in my personal life I find it hard to live with.

It’s not so much about lowering expectation (and they most certainly have been lowered) but about being content with the things you’re letting slide.    When you’re on your own there are two options to get everything back together.

The Hired Village

The first option is hiring your village: daycare workers or nannies, housekeepers or cooks or maids or just a cleaning lady, restaurants or take away, gardeners or drivers.

The hired village has many forms: choose the ones that make the biggest impact for you and focus your energy on the remaining tasks. Some of the expat women have very big hired villages. I would take a hired village over no village any day of the week.  

The second is having/making a village in the place you are living. This is the village I yearn for. In an ideal world, I want to be close to people that care about my children and their well being.

I want to get a day off cooking because I’m going to eat at someone’s house and not because I’m shuffling to a restaurant. I want to be able to ask someone I love to stay with my sleeping children so that I can go out.

It’s sad for me that I don’t know what our city looks like at night, that I don’t recognize the twinkling lights and the sketchy dark back roads. I am ready to plant roots and assemble a village. Or move.   

At this point in our lives, we cannot hire our village, but I really wish that we still had one.       

More about Motherhood:

How is your village situation these days? Do you have family and friends nearby to help? Are you powering through on your own?

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