I'm a big, big believer in the concept of it taking a village to raise a child. I grew up in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, literally a mile down the road from No Place. There were three houses, two pubs and a brewery. Everyone knew me for miles around. When I needed help, there was someone there for me- when I wanted a chat, I had people to turn to. I learnt all kinds of cool stuff from the people living around me.
Then I moved south, 300 miles from home, went to uni, and later had the children. And it is so hard trying to do this without the support I had and my parents had when I was a girl- I don't have the skills my boys want to learn, and one person by themself cannot, I don't think, be resource enough for two bright, intelligent children. So, I packed my bags and moved up north.
In a year, I was back again- things hadn't worked out for us. Our new village hadn't welcomed us, the amount of time spent stuck in a car was driving everybody mad, and my mother- well, that's another story. Down here, there was Steve, now my husband, and a few sister-friends.
And this is what I have. I have a husband. I have a few sister-friends, whose children are by-and-large much older than my two- but they've been there, done that, and when I need to stress about some minor detail of parenting, they can tell me that it's normal, shut up, you're worrying about nothing, your kids are fine. We have neighbours who are using my boys as helpers in their garden, mucking out chickens, building sheds- and the boys are thriving on it. They get contact with a generation they wouldn't otherwise know, a strong adult role model in their life, and I get two happy, healthy little boys back in return. We have a kick-ass childcare worker (again male, but inspiring...) and a friend's grandfather- and it's cool, and it works. I only know one person I'd trust to nurse my baby, and she's out of her baby years now- but I know that nobody would dream of giving my kids formula without my permission. They love them- and me- too much. The same with solids, and smacking, and all the other stuff- in fact, I think our "village" generally is much better at GD than I am, or ever will be. It's what comes of experience- you learn which issues to let go of. I don't spend any time around people who don't respect my children, outside of school, and as a result we're generally pretty happy.
Oh- I should say that I only have two other friends my own age with kids, and only one close by- she's trying with the AP thing, but gets scared sometimes. Most of my mates are childless, and so treat my boys like the truly inspiring young men they are.