A Village of Moms: Lessons in Love and Legacy

In the heart of Africa, an ancient proverb whispers through the winds: It takes a village to raise a child. As Mother’s Day approaches, I find myself reflecting on the remarkable women who formed my own village of Moms. They were the guiding lights of my childhood, each contributing their unique wisdom, talents, and love to shape the person I am today.

Our neighborhood was a rich tapestry of families, and the Moms within it wore many hats. They were Camp Fire Girl leaders, costume designers, chauffeurs, baking gurus, dream-indulgers, shopping buddies, library builders, homework insisters, gentle nurturers, and chief disciplinarians. These roles flowed seamlessly, grounded in strong boundaries, high values, and a shared commitment to raising children with care and integrity.

As a child, I didn’t just grow up with one mother. I grew up surrounded by many. Each woman brought her own quirks, strengths, and warmth, creating a sense of belonging that extended far beyond individual households. It wasn’t only about raising their own children. It was about tending to an entire generation.

Looking back, I feel immense gratitude and a quiet nostalgia. I was shaped not only by my own mother, Janice, who passed in 2011, but by the steady presence of many mothers who loved me as their own. My mom laid the foundation for who I would become, instilling values that still guide me. But the village expanded my world in ways one person never could.

Kathy’s mom, Higinia, became a true mother to me when I was just fourteen months old. She remained a constant throughout my life, a living example of devotion and steadiness. We said goodbye to her last December, just shy of her 100th birthday, yet her legacy continues to live on through the lives she touched.

Jona’s mom, Gwen, welcomed me as her daughter from the age of four. Gentle, loving, and deeply kind, her passing so recently left a space that words struggle to fill. Patti’s mom, Margaret, entered my life when I was thirteen, offering yet another model of wisdom, compassion, and maternal strength.

These women did more than nurture. They modeled leadership, resilience, discernment, and care in everyday life. They showed that motherhood is not limited by biology. It is defined by presence, consistency, and the willingness to show up for others.

Today, I send love not only to my own mom, Janice, but to my village of Moms: Higinia, Gwen, Margaret, Jean, Lilian, Bobbie, Treva, and to my Mag-Moms, Angie, Susie, and Margie. Each of you left an indelible imprint on my heart and my life.

To my nieces and friends who are now raising children of their own, remember this: your influence reaches farther than you may ever see. You are not only shaping your own children, but also the world they will inherit. Be the village that models kindness, compassion, confidence, communication, leadership, and acceptance. The legacy you create through your presence and example will be your greatest gift.