Feeling Connected has always been important to me, I can trace it right back to the environment club I started in primary school. As an adult I’ve learned that across the board, an individual’s feeling of interconnection with other people is of great significance, either way, whether they feel connected or not. Certainly all the mushy Christmas films are about connection aren’t they!

I believe this inbuilt desire is God’s plan for the world, hence the construct of church (or Ekklesia if I am using new knowledge I learned from my Pastor) but even if the idea of God having a plan doesn’t hold with you, you can also clearly see the same idea woven through psychology theory. Maslow’s hierarchy of needs instantly comes to mind. You can see in every section there is something relating to connecting with others, or community.

Maslow's hierarchy of needs

This is my favourite one though:

Maslow's hierarchy of needs WIFI

But this isn’t a psychology lesson, just an intro to go some way to explain why we all long to belong. I tried to pretend I didn’t for some years, thankfully through my marriage and just getting older, I began to understand interconnection was what was missing from my life and now I endeavour at every opportunity to become part of a community. Sometimes I’m a bit crap at it.

My family is the first and foremost group I am interconnected in. Me and Rich are really focused on creating a little nest where we are all allowed to be ourselves however that translates. Us humans are complex and individual creatures and this means there can be many barriers to interconnectedness and feeling ashamed or guilted is right up there.

My church is the first community group I am a part of. We all get together on Sundays and sing songs to Jesus. We really do, and it’s actually quite important to me. Church though really should be more and is also about being part of the wider church across the world. Although I have seen potential new mum friends instantly shut down when I say I’m a Christian or that I go to church, when I see the charity work being done in the name of Christmas across the globe I know I’m in the right club.

Mummy friends are definitely another very important community to me. From being able to post on the local La Leche League page for breastfeeding advice to sharing my insecurities as a mum in a private mum group to meeting other mums and carers at toddler groups and having half of a conversation, it is really a hugely important part of my life.

That brings me to blogging. Sometimes it feels like smoke and mirrors, there are lots of us online, all doing the same thing – promoting our blogs – but real life meet ups are few and far between. I have never really made firm friends with any other bloggers online although I do recognise a lot of them now from seeing each other so much participating in the blogging groups. It’s like an eternal bus stop. You kind of pass each other every single day. But there is a lot to be said for being part of this online community, if I ever needed some advice on blogging I’m pretty sure I’d know where to go.

So yeah, there’s some ramblings about being part of a community. Hopefully it’s got you thinking about all the places you are connected to, or if you don’t feel part of a community maybe helped you consider where you could be?

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Time and time again this last week the word ‘community’ has popped up in my daily life.

For instance, the Vegan Supper Club I went to was held in a community building; an old building that would have been knocked down or left derelict had someone not decided to put the time in and make it a community cafe. The school we visited this week to have a look at for Beg is a community school which means it is open to various clubs like football and Tae Kwon Do after school hours – I didn’t even know there were such things as community schools. This word keeps cropping up and it got me thinking about the community of women I became a part of when I became a mum.

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Me trying to work out my mum.

My relationship with my own mum has always been ‘unique’. Have you ever seen goats on the side of a mountain? They scale sheer rock faces – with hooves not claws- and make it look easy. It seems if they stopped to think about it they would probably fall off. That is just the conditions they are used to and that is kind of the best way I can concisely explain my relationship with my mum. I try to honour her especially for Beg’s sake. Point being I don’t have the luxury of the close knit support that a lot of my friends seem to have with their mum’s. Now before you get the violins out, it’s really fine, remember the goats? This is my normal. BUT it came to be that I had to seek out my own forms of female peer support which is why this post is actually going to be very positive.

When my girl was born 6yrs ago I went to approximately 102 baby groups. Happy hands & twinkly toes, tots play, baby massage, ti-a-fi (that’s a welsh language baby group called you and me *I think*) my local breastfeeding support group (where I did the breastfeeding peer support course) and my local La Leche League group to name a few off the top of my head. Beg had a very busy social schedule. But I didn’t get it. I would go to these groups but not make an effort with any of the other mums. I told myself I was there for Beg’s development and socialisation and the rest of it didn’t matter. I met a few other mums through these groups that I am still friends with now (yay for mummy friends) but it was more through their effort than mine (thank you!).

When my baby boy came along, I knew things were going to be different. In hindsight I realised I got so much out of all those little groups, most of them entirely run by volunteers, that I was excited to join them again this time around. I didn’t sign up for ante-natal classes with Beb’s pregnancy so instead I got in touch with other friends who were pregnant too. That was great because we had a right old moan about our differing pregnancy ailments! Not only that, I hired a doula who was a great source of support for me throughout my pregnancy and during Beb’s traumatic birth. My doula invited me to the home-birth meet she facilitates where I met other mums who were planning a home-birth and through that I also met a lady who hires slings and I hired one which helped no end with Beb’s silent reflux. My doula also helped me tap into my ready and waiting support network-my friends- by organising a Blessingway. The work of a doula is often referred to as ‘mothering the mother’ which is exactly what I needed.

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Now Beb is here and at home I am still consciously seeking out woman to woman support. I realise the importance of hearing other mums’ experiences and being able to share mine if I want to. The La Leche League is my top favourite group for this. I am really fortunate that my local LLL group has been run by the same leaders for years so when I went back recently, they remembered me. The leaders happen to be very well regarded locally having each done lots of training, however, the emphasis is that the group is ‘mother to mother support’ and the leaders are there as mums to support other mums. I love that we’re all there to help each other brand new or 5 kids in; I love the whole ethos of mums helping other mums. There’s definitely a power in it when women support each other so open heartedly.

You may assume that actively seeking out support means I have been buzzing about meeting lots of people at different groups, but actually I have been a lot more selective this time round. I know which groups are likely to be most beneficial to me personally and so have prioritised getting to those ones over other things. For me this has included prayer meet at church (even though I’ve only made it once so far). Not just as some consumer type person who turns up gets what they need and leaves but also contributing my experiences and a listening ear to other mums there too. Some days I might be having a difficult day and don’t have much to say, some times I might not make it because I didn’t make it out of the house, but that’s OK too.

I have also accepted (and asked for) help a lot more this time from hubby’s family, which they are happy to give 🙂 When I had a tummy bug, my mother in law did 3 or 4 school runs that week. When I couldn’t face Beb’s first injections my sister in law came with me and took him in for me.

There is support out there but you have to be brave and go and actively seek it! Most groups have facebook pages now so you could introduce yourself on there first. I sent one message that said “I’m visiting your group on my own for the first time today please do say hello!” It feels funny to do but we’ve all been there and most of us know what it’s like to be a bit nervous going to a group for the first time.

I find these days I’m much more social and will chat to other mums wherever I am. I feel like we all have our different challenges and parenting styles but essentially we’re in the same kind of life stage. I might not know your story and you might not know mine but a smile to say we’re doing it, we’re here in Tesco, doing the stuff that needs doing, can make all the difference in a day.

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Wondering about hiring a Doula? Check out Doula UK

Breastfeeding? Any age…check out La Leche League to find your local group.

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