In a small community church, the Johnson family frequently occupies the pew behind ours. They have a sizable brood—perhaps six or even eight children. Honestly, the exact number escapes me, but it’s definitely a lot. Their youngest child is 13, nearly the same age as our oldest. Each Sunday, our youngest, Riley, who has a knack for turning the church service into a mini circus, sits with them. The Johnson matriarch is equipped with an arsenal of snacks, toys, and creative distractions that only a seasoned mother could possess. Her children are eager to assist, making Riley feel like part of their extended family.
Initially, I felt a twinge of guilt, as though I was imposing on them to manage our child while we attended the service. However, as I got to know this family, particularly the mother, it became clear that caring for children is their passion. Having Riley join them isn’t a chore; it’s something they genuinely enjoy.
In contrast, when I’m managing Riley myself, it can be quite the challenge. I adore her, truly, but she can be quite the handful, so having a family willing to step in and care for her during church is invaluable.
Then there’s another neighbor, a kind woman named Angela, who lives just down the road. Residing in rural Oregon, far from our families in Utah and Idaho, we lack the convenience of dropping our kids off with grandparents for a night out or quick errands. But thankfully, we have Angela. In her late fifties, she has a warm smile and greying hair, and while her own children are grown, she has two grandchildren living far away.
It’s unclear how exactly we formed this bond, but Angela has immediately embraced us. A few years back, when my partner was completing her degree, Angela kindly watched our youngest three days a week so she could attend classes. Whenever we plan a date night, Angela is our first call. She’s a regular at our children’s soccer games and birthday parties, often bringing along crafty gifts or treats. She knows my son is a big fan of superheroes, while my daughters adore princesses, and it’s not unusual for her to pop in with a surprise.
In many ways, she has become a surrogate grandmother to our kids, and her presence has woven her into the fabric of our family. While many may rely on their own families for support, we have found that when you’re distanced from loved ones, it’s the kindness of others that becomes essential.
This is the beauty of community support; not everyone is like Angela or the Johnsons. Some may not be willing to look after your children with no strings attached, simply for the joy of spending time with them, even if they are little tornadoes. The willingness of these individuals to help can mean the difference between thriving as a parent and becoming completely overwhelmed.
You likely know who these special people are in your life. They could be coaches, neighbors, or volunteers who love working with kids, even if their own have grown up. They deserve our recognition.
It’s easy to dwell on the challenges of parenting; I’ll admit, I enjoy venting about my kids too. However, let’s take a moment to appreciate those who love our children without any obligation. In times when you feel isolated, far from family, or perhaps your family isn’t able to offer support, these individuals truly help make parenting manageable. They embody what genuine love looks like.
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In summary, the helpers in our lives, whether they are friends, neighbors, or community members, play a vital role in our parenting journey. Their support reminds us that we are not alone, and their kindness can uplift and inspire us in our daily lives.
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