I wrote this a while ago, I’m reposting it as part of a linky on the beautiful blog Where Wishes Come From, she wrote a beautiful Ode to her hometown and I felt this post, which shows my great love of both the village was born in and the village I have come to call home, was a good fit to join in. To read Sadhbhs’s beautiful post and to see some other posts in this linky then just click here
“It takes a village to raise a child”
I have always loved this expression, I love how comforting it is, the idea of a community coming together to help raise a child. I grew up in such a village.
We lived in one house but were raised in many.
There was Nana Doyle who was grandmother to some but was Nana to everyone.
There was Mrs Crowley, who had enough children of her own but invariably had at least 3 extra O’Briens at her table.
And there was Mary…who’s life was so entwined with ours that she is omnipresent in so many happy memories of our childhood, her children were like extensions of our own family. I loved this growing up…a cut knee was as easily made better by one of these amazing women as it was by your own mother…and a misdemeanour was as quickly reprimanded by them too.
Not living in my home village, or even my home county is something that rarely bothered me until I had children of my own….trying to get you children to speak with a Cork accent when they live in the midlands is most definitely an uphill battle!
But recent events with my husband have shown me something different, something more important than accents or birth place. Since my husband hurt his back I have realised, more than ever, what amazing friends we have and what fantastic neighbours.
We arrived here as blow ins but have never been made feel like this. We have friends who will take the kids at the drop of a hat, neighbours who will collect the children from school at a moments notice.
People, with busy lives of their own, turning up to lend a hand, no fuss, no expectation of anything in return.
People who will take the children in a crisis and have them fed and in their pjs when collected, who will drop everything to drive someone to Dublin, who will be on standby if we need to do a midnight dash to A&E.
When you are a blow in, and have no family nearby, these friends and neighbours are a godsend, a lifeline of support.
I am so utterly grateful to live where we live, to be surrounded by these people. They have shown me that, although I was not born here…
this is my village….
this is home.