Hey guys! I know, I know, it’s been a minute, but ya girl has been going through the motions, ya dig! I’ve gotten some major inspiration for my blog page, so those will be coming very soon. Also, did I tell y’all I was moving to Houston soon? No? Well, damnit I just told you, but I won’t elaborate on that too much because this isn’t the purpose of this post.

As you guys can tell from the title, I truly believe it takes a village to raise a child, but I know not everyone will agree with me. A lot of my friends have kids and one of them asked me the question of what are some “don’ts” when it comes to co-parenting. Of course, I couldn’t answer this because I ain’t got no damn churn -children, excuse my New Orleans vernacular-, but my parents got divorced when I was 12, so maybe I still have a little bit of input, but we’ll get to that later.

Here’s the post I put on my Facebook page:

My friends are aware of me putting them on blast in my posts in a good way and when I made this post, the conversation went a little something like this:

Now, the very last comment was a bit different from the rest and I had a few of my other friends and my best friend chime in as well. With my best friend, co-parenting with her and her son’s father works fine. The only thing she had to add was know the person you have a child with and I agree with that. Imagine you had a child with some dude/chick and then BOOM, they turn out to be an ain’t shit muhfugga. With the last comment, sis unfortunately has to deal with the petty bullshit that happens with some that co-parent.

SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!? Like who has time for this petty ass bullshit?? Shit like this is unnecessary. Just put cha pettiness aside and work together to raise these damn churn and no, I’m not correcting the last word, y’all know what I mean when I say it. I said what I said.

With me, I was fortunate enough to have folks that came from an older generation. When my parents got divorced, my mother’s sorority sisters helped with raising me due to her being ill at the time. I was 14 and it was a lot of pressure for one kid. This isn’t to say that my father wasn’t in my life because he was very much so present. In fact, he was more than grateful that my mother had people in her life who cared about her and her child to where they could help in anyway possible. When I met my stepmom, it was Christmas at my grandparents and it didn’t dawn on me who she was until my dad said, “Hey, I want you to meet someone.” Naturally, when I met her I was polite and respectful because my parents didn’t raise me to be anything but that; however, we hadn’t built a relationship until later on in my young adult life, early 20’s to be exact, when my mom passed away. The thing she always said was “I’m not your mother and I would never try to replace her, but I do want you to know that I’m always here for you.” I honestly think it takes a mature adult to even be in a relationship with someone who has kids and to be able to co-parent. It honestly shouldn’t be this difficult to be the village that the child comes from, but this is what happens when certain generational traits have been passed down as well, i.e. immaturity, shit that no one has time for.

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