There was a day.

There was a day, there was a time. That I thought I didn't need any help parenting. There was a time where my "opinions" were "facts" and I knew I wasn't wrong. 

Wrong, wrong again Rachelle. I was wrong. 

My "village" may not live near me, and I certainly don't talk to all of them each day. Often I wonder if they know that they are helping me raise my children.

From a "your doing great" to a "it'll all be ok"..... From "how about this strategy" to a "have a glass of wine".

They have all helped me grow as a mother AND as a person. They have helped me get through the guilt, helped me power through the tantrums. They've offered support in every way they can.

And I don't thank them enough. How could I even begin to show them what they've done for me. How could I even begin to explain to them that they are shining examples, that their parenting skills I yearn to be able to mimic. 

Because there was a day where I didn't think I needed them, and now is a day where I know I couldn't do it without them. I love each of them and their children, I love how each of them have different opinions. I've learned that opinions and strategies, are never too much when given with love. I've learned that no matter how different we all are, we are all very much the same...... because we are all mothers.

So here's to those ladies who are helping me raise my kiddos. Here's to those ladies who get it, and the ones who try to understand. Here's to no judgement, and unconditional love in an unconventional form.

XX,

The Guilty Mom