There was a part of me that feared that having a child would make my best friend and I grow apart. I feared that our lives would become two different maps that would no longer overlap.

I was oh so wrong. Having my son has reminded me that the “village” is not just made of mothers. It is also made of the women who choose to stand by us, who show up with capacity when we are too exhausted to lift our heads to see the horizon.

My son is the luckiest little human to have an auntie who pours into us when we need it the most.

To the women who are childless but help to carry the weight of mothering: you are all formidable humans who deserve so much love. I am grateful to you all.

Grateful for you Vika Bradford ❤️