Where’s Our Village? Because This Mom Is Tired-Tired

Written By Chioma Pitts

By Chioma

The Lightbulb Moment

Hey Mommas — and Poppa’s too!

So the other day, I’m stretched out on the couch, scrolling my phone, trying to take a quick mental break… all while fully knowing I had about five things waiting on me. (Don’t judge me, I know you’ve been there too!)

Then — buzz — I get a text from someone near and dear to my heart. It was a meme. And not just a funny meme… it was that meme. The one that hits way too close to home about the kind of exhaustion we’ve all been feeling lately.

Not “I stayed up too late” tired. Not “one nap will fix this” tired.
I’m talking about the kind of exhaustion that doesn’t even make sense. The kind that makes you feel guilty, broken, and maybe a little ashamed for not being able to just “push through.”

Doing All the Things

My friend and I? We’re both working moms, married, with kids in extracurriculars, active in our churches, and juggling about fifty other things. I got exactly what she meant.

I couldn’t magically make her feel rested, but I could remind her of the truth:

You’re doing a hard job, and you’re doing it beautifully.

We’re managing all the people and all the things we’ve been blessed with — and yes, blessings can feel heavy sometimes.

The Convenience Conversation

I told her, “Girl, maybe you just need to hire some help.”

Because let’s be real — in 2025, you can hire someone to:

  • Clean your house

  • Drop off and pick up the kids

  • Cook your meals

  • Deliver your groceries

Honestly, I’m in my “I’ll pay for convenience” era — especially if it means more time with my family.

But here’s the truth: even with help, that deeper exhaustion? It doesn’t just disappear.

The Real Problem

Somewhere along the way, we started believing we should be able to carry it all. But guess what? We weren’t built that way.

God never intended for us to hold every burden alone.

We don’t have to be “Superwoman” to be good moms. What we do need is:

  • Support

  • Encouragement

  • Sisterhood

  • Adult conversation (because sometimes toddler talk just ain’t enough)

  • Hobbies

  • Things that spark joy in us

But here I am, missing sweet life moments because my brain is stuck on the laundry sitting in the washer. (Insert scrunchy face emoji here.)

Where the Village Went

As we kept texting, it hit me: we don’t have the same village our parents had.

Remember when you’d get dropped off at an auntie’s house for a few hours? We didn’t care why — we were just happy to be there.

And for our parents, those hours meant:

  • A chance to rest

  • Grocery shop in peace

  • Go to appointments without a sidekick

  • Just breathe

Sounds like luxury now, doesn’t it?

So, Where Is Our Village?

Maybe they’re working long hours. Maybe they’ve moved far away. Or maybe, like us, they’re so busy trying to keep their own lives afloat that they forget to reach out.

But here’s your permission slip: Ask for help. It’s not weakness — it’s wisdom. And the payoff can be beautiful.

Let’s Build It Back

I’m ready to see the village make a comeback. I’m ready for the kind of support that reminds us we’re not alone in this motherhood thing.

So tell me — where’s your village? And what would it take to bring it back?

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Chioma Pitts