A Word In Season Interdenominational

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“It takes a village.”
Except… where is it?

Where are the people who say, “Let me take the baby so you can shower?”

Where’s the community that drops off dinner when you haven’t slept in three days?

Where are the check-ins that don’t come with judgment or unsolicited advice?

We tell moms to reach out, to speak up, to ask for help—but when they do, they’re met with silence. Or worse, shame.

We glorify the idea of a support system, but most modern parents are drowning in isolation while being told to “enjoy every moment.”

We weren’t meant to do this alone.
And yet, here we are—raising babies in broken systems, burnt out from pretending we’re fine, and grieving a kind of care that barely exists anymore.

It doesn’t make you weak to need help.
It makes you human.
So if you’re doing it without a village, just know: You shouldn’t have to. But damn, you’re doing it anyway. And that makes you powerful.

To the Parents Who Have Kids and Still Choose Not to Be Involved

How do you do it?
How do you go days, weeks, months—years—without seeing your child?

Without hearing their laugh.
Without tucking them in.
Without knowing what makes them scared, or excited, or proud of themselves lately?

How do you function?
How do you carry on with a life that ignores one of the most sacred titles you were ever given?

Parent.

How do you post pictures and write long captions about “how much you love them,” when you didn’t call them on their birthday?

When you haven’t asked how school is going?

When you don’t even know their shoe size or their best friend’s name?

How do you build a relationship with someone new someone who gets your time, your energy, your attention when the person you made is still waiting for scraps of your presence?

Do you miss them?
Do you wonder how they’re doing?
Or does the guilt get swallowed in excuses and distance?

Because let me tell you something:
No matter how many pictures you post,
no matter how many “I love you’s” you throw into the wind, your child feels your absence like a slow, quiet ache. They may not say it. They may not ask anymore.
But they feel it.

And one day they’ll stop wondering what’s wrong with them, and realize what was missing was you.

And maybe then you’ll ask yourself:
What did I trade my relationship with my child for?
Was it worth it?

Because there’s no post that can parent.
There’s no caption that can comfort.
There’s no picture that can replace presence.

So if you’re still breathing you still have a chance.
But one day, even that chance will be gone.
And all you’ll have left is a hollow legacy of what could’ve been.

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