It takes a village...

...or a Facebook group.

I wrote a post and made a joke about how Pinterest may end up raising my child. (Which reminds me that I must check my Pinterest.) At the time I didn't realize how social media or the internet would become such an integral part of my life when it came to raising my son. And not in the WebMD, obsessed way. In the "I have friends online that know what they are talking about" way.

I have always believed the old adage "It takes a village to raise a child". I am lucky enough that I have family and friends that watch Kendrick while his Dad and I are at work. It makes me sad that I miss some new funny thing that he does, but it makes me happy that they get to experience him growing into a fun, little person. But, I digress.

When I was pregnant, I often visited a website for moms and moms-to-be and had the pleasure of making internet mommy friends. Even though they started out as perfect strangers, they helped me keep my sanity, gave me sound advice,  made me laugh, and continue to give me amazing support. I felt like I was part of the Cool Moms Club long before Kendrick got here. We built friendships and eventually a Facebook group, that I will be the first to admit, I am addicted to. I've said it before. It's like match.com for pregnant chicks. Although we are all way past that stage. I love that I have these girls in my life. My online support group for sleep deprived moms!

So my point is this. I received some sound advice to never be afraid to ask for help. If you need it, seek it out. No one knows everything. And if you think you do, you don't know squat. Becoming a mom will teach you that. I was gearing up for taking on any and every challenge of mommyhood. Even though Nick was there to help, I had to learn how to ask for it. So I realize this now. It really does take a village.

My village just happens to be half digital.