Building Your Village

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It takes a village to raise a child.

We’ve all likely heard this phrase. When I was pregnant with our eldest son, we lived in Alaska, thousands of miles from our family. We had a lovely village, created from friends who had become like family. They visited us in the hospital when he was born, brought us meals for a week, checked in with texts and calls to make sure we were adjusting okay. 

The Importance of Family

We moved back to the South because we missed our family. We loved our village, but we ached for our kids to grow up surrounded by grandparents, cousins, aunts, and uncles. We chose Tennessee because my sister-in-law already lived here and my in-laws plan on retiring here. Long term, our goal will come to fruition. Holidays are spent with my nieces, and my boys love their cousins. We have a lot of family visits, but they are scattered throughout the year. Although we have one beloved family member here, we still need a village of friends.

Mom Dating 101

Making friends as an adult is difficult. I’ve found myself, more than once, feeling how men must when they pick women up in bars. I see a mom with kids around the same age as mine, I sidle up to her, smile, and if all goes well, ask for her number before she leaves. Friend dating is hard, y’all. Even in a city as friendly as Knoxville, it can be a struggle to meet new people. But we need that village, right?

Building a Village

It turns out, most villages don’t just spontaneously appear. They’re built over time, growing organically in all directions. You might luck out and make just one friend who pulls you into her village, but it also may take more work than that.

Here are some tips on places to find friends and build your village:

My son and two friends at the KMB Play Group at Ijams Nature Center.
  • Church

    This is the South, after all. There are probably more churches than McDonald’s. I met a dear friend at a women’s group at a church I’d only attended for five months. Now our boys are best friends, and I’m so grateful to have her as a part of my village. When my (terrible) two-year old runs off in public, she makes sure my older kid doesn’t (also) get lost. It takes courage to go to events churches hold because you don’t want to feel like the odd one out, but more often than not you’ll be welcomed with open arms.

  • McDonald’s

    Kidding! Well, kind of. Food places with playgrounds, including my beloved Chick-fil-A, McDonald’s, and Burger King, offer an air-conditioned respite and the small area usually means it’s fairly easy to figure out which kid goes with which parent. If you’re both sipping on those delicious frozen coffee drinks, there’s an icebreaker right there!

  • Parks

    Whenever you’re with your kid somewhere and see them befriending someone, it can be an opening for a new friendship, for both of you. 

  • Libraries

    The Knoxville Library system offers an insane number of story times. They’re usually organized by age range, so you’re guaranteed to meet people in the same stage of life, whether your kids are tiny lap babies or big kids or teens. They’ve also recently started a monthly not-a-book-club, where you can meet other book lovers and enjoy some potluck yumminess in a low-key setting. They also offer an assortment of clubs, classes, and activities for all ages. You can find more about their options here.

  • Your neighborhood

    My eldest son met his ‘best girl’ (his words!) because we were neighbors. I simply noticed the kids were the same age, and when it started snowing while we were outside, I just ran right up to their door and knocked to tell them, because a) I’m crazy, b) I love snow, and c) it seemed like a good excuse to get to know them. Now our kids are inseparable and we moms are a part of each other’s village.

Little handsome and his ‘best girl’ at the zoo.

 

How to be a villager

Building a village is about having a support system, and being a member of a support system for other people. When a member of my village needed a babysitter for a last-minute issue, I was there. When I needed a sitter for a doctor’s visit, she was there. Another friend helped me set up for my kid’s birthday party, and brought an extra tray I needed last minute; she’s a rock star villager. Being a part of a village means it’s okay to ask for help, and it’s wonderful to offer it. It might potentially mean sharing holidays together, if you don’t have family in town and want a bigger celebration. It’s a framily — a family comprised of friends.

Being in a village isn’t just about having a nicer chat during play dates; it’s a real, deep friendship. The kind where you can talk about serious issues and ask each other for advice, or just listen. But to get to that kind of relationship, you have to be true to yourself. So when you’re desperate for mom friends, (I’ve been there! It gets better!) don’t be tempted into falling into a false friendship. If you have to pretend to be someone you’re not, that’s not your village. Give yourself time and patience. My village is small, but still growing. Trust your instincts and look for friends in places where you can find common interests in addition to your kids.

Where’s your favorite place to meet other moms? Have you built your village, or did you luck into one?

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Christine Derr
Hey, y’all! I’m an adventurous wanderer who put down roots here in East Tennessee back in 2014. My little family moved here from the wilds of suburban Alaska in 2014. We love exploring Knoxville and the surrounding areas, especially the Smoky Mountains. I’m a freelance writer and teacher who loves looking at the mountains when my nose isn’t in a book. I’m a mom to two bookish kids, a wildly clingy dog, two cats, and a fish I’d be in trouble for not mentioning. Since becoming a mom, I’ve been able to add Lincoln Log architect, LEGO contractor, and mediator to my resume. I’ve always been a bit of a jack of all trades, as I’ve been a tutor, teacher, circus instructor, bookseller, amateur baker and, of course, writer. I remind myself of this as I tell my kid not to sit on my other kid’s head while stopping the dog from chasing the cat and the other cat from jumping on top of the fish tank. I have a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing and am currently pursing my Master of Fine Arts while keeping all these creatures who live in my house alive. I survive on coffee, writing fiction, reading, Disney, and snuggles. You can read more of my work at www.pawprintsinthesink.com.

1 COMMENT

  1. I am so thankful for the village I found through my daughter’s dance class. And I have to agree with the importance of being a support system to the members of your ‘village.’ And I always try to include any new moms that I see who might need some friends. When my daughter was born, I was 43, had just moved to Knoxville and was working from home. I couldn’t IMAGINE how I would ever meet any other new mommys. For me, it was a dance class.

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