No one ever said life would be easy, at least not to me anyways. As a young girl I remember having the support from people around me. I had 4-H and Girl Scout leaders, members from the church, babysitters and even my friend’s parents took me in under their wing.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have my own support circle at home either. I grew up in a loving family raised by both parents and an older brother. I am even lucky enough to my first family in my life: my biological mother and father. So you can see it’s safe to say I was well loved.
While I was watching students perform at an art festival on Thursday, it brought me back to my younger days. My parents always believed in me and supported anything that I wanted to do, but they were my parents, and that’s what they are suppose to do.
As much as I would like to think that my parents are super heroes they can only do so much. It took art teachers, community volunteers and sport instructors to really drive it home that I was capable of doing what I wanted.
Not only did these people lend me their support, but also they offered me their expertise and knowledge. Certainly one or even two people could never provide me with what all these people who cared about my future could.
Hopefully I explained myself in a way that makes sense, because it really does take a village to raise a child. Not that children are particularly difficult, but if each person in that child’s life takes the time to pass on their knowledge that child will be better equipped to tackle what life throws their way.