To Those Who Say the Village Is Gone,
This is a car seat.
It showed up on my porch today, just two days after I vented to a dear friend. A friend I have never met in person—one of those “online” friends that people laugh at moms for having and relying on.
This friend has sent meals when my child was in the hospital. She was ready to jump on a plane to help me when I was seven months pregnant and in tears while moving across the country. She has listened to me countless times when I felt overwhelmed by my middle daughter’s autism diagnosis and treatment.
She has done so much for me. And yet, we have never met.
She listened when I said I felt unprepared for my baby’s arrival—how I still had to pull out baby clothes, organize everything, find a babysitter, get a car seat, and just figure things out in general.
And then, two days later, a car seat arrived at my door.
Not because I couldn’t get one myself, but because she saw a need and wanted to lighten my load.
This is more than just a car seat. It is a reminder that truly good people exist—people who care, people who go above and beyond.
My village.
Credit to the rightful owner~