Mother’s Day 2019: My Village

Since I was a child, I’ve heard the phrase over and over: “It takes a village to raise a child.”

Now that I am a mother I know this African proverb is so accurate.

This Mother’s Day I am grateful for my village who continues to help me raise my babies. There is absolutely nothing like having peace of mind about your babies.

When I returned to the office from maternity leave this week, my Mom was caring for my children. I only called mid-day so it appeared that I had some sort of thought and concern about their well-being. The truth is that I knew I did not have to worry.

Since my daughter Iwa was born, there was always my Mother-in-Law and Aunties (actual blood-related Aunts) who traveled far to come to our aide. And we thank God.

My Mom with Iwa in Florida (photo bombed by my brother) 💕
My Aunt Sandy and Daughter Iwa
Iya Esther, who gave Iwa her first Nigerian bath
Iya Damola, who traveled from Nigeria to help us for some time 💕
Kristen, Iwa’s Godmother who’s just a random call or text away
Iwa being backed by her Grandma when she first arrived from Lagos, Nigeria
Ride or Die friends, Bea and Tanesha. There are not enough words 💕
Shaon and I at Iwa’s Baby Shower
Ayo with his Grandma when he arrived from the hospital
Tricie, Ayo’s Godmother and our dearest friend
Ayo and his Godmother ❤️

I grew up in a family that turned their noses up at daycare centers because there was always a family member available for childcare. As a Floridian, there are yearly reminders of the perils families find themselves in when local news channels reveal breaking news of a toddler left in the back of a daycare center van. While this can happen to families who care for their small children at home, in Florida it’s an epidemic and every parent’s nightmare.

Madam Toks, our dear friend, with Iwa
Lekan, My Mom, Me (with Iwa)
Iya Afeez, our 2nd mother who helped me when I came home from the hospital with Iwa. I will never forget those days.

I thank God for all the people who have the heart for children. You know those people who know just what to do with a difficult child. Is it me or do children seem to respond to their calm, cool, and quiet demeanor? Or those folks who know just what’s wrong with a baby they barely know? There is something special about that type of real life experience that every millennial Mom wishes someone could document in a book or record on a podcast. But certain things are just intuitive, natural, or part of their make up.

Whatever it is…I thank God for it and hope to someday have it to share with my grandchildren, nieces, nephews, cousins, God Children.

Until then, we just have to soak up the good sense from our village and someday hope to pass it on.

**There are many others who are not in these photographs but our love and appreciation is the same.

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