Revillaging wasn’t something that “just came naturally to me”.

For the longest time, I was a “do it myselfer”. I took pride in how much I could do on my own; thought asking for help was a sign of weakness— and when it came to mothering, I absolutely could not admit that I was having a hard time. I was supposed to be a natural at this, and love every second.

The truth was, I was struggling. I was resentful, depleted, isolated and at times depressed. I felt trapped and afraid to admit that I needed help.

Fortunately, I heard another voice from within. She pointed out, with care, that this was all completley understandable because I, like so many others, was lacking the fabric that was meant to hold me during this chapter of life:

The Village.

Sitting with my husband while our baby napped, I strategized. How could we feel more supported without compromising our values? How could we feel less alone while still holding on to our kids? And how could we make this whole thing a lot easier on ourselves?

Identifying that “the village” was this missing piece in our own lives, I quickly got to work experimenting with ways to bring it back.

Three years later, I’m still on this path, enjoying the delicious fruits of our intentions and inspired to help others with their own revillaging journey.