One thing I have truly come to appreciate in my life with the children is the friendship of other mommies. There’s a quality about these friendships that makes them unique. Even the nature of my relationships with friends I knew before we had children has evolved into something deeper.
Some might argue that we’re all connected by an earth-mother-goddess-thread that forms from motherhood. The profound satisfaction of having brought children into this world, one way or another, has created a spiritual sisterhood.
Hmmmm….perhaps. In truth, however, I think it’s something closer to the bonds that form between soldiers in wartime.
“Alright mommies – here’s how it stands. We got stinky diapers to the north, a tantrum coming in over the southern ridge and a 10-year-old who wants a bra holding strong on the eastern front. I’m not sure we’re gonna get outta this one. Let me just say this: it has been an honor serving with you all.”
Just when I think I’m going to lose my mind, mommies are there to reel me back in. When I think my family is off the chart, mommies are there to remind me that the charts don’t matter and there is no normal. When I feel misunderstood, they translate. These are the women I laugh with until I pee, which is not so hard to do since none of us have the bladder control we had before children. These are the women who I can talk with about most anything, from the serious to the silly. From “What does Fifth’s Disease look like?” to “Ooohhh – how many speeds does THAT one come in?” no topic is off limits.
If one of us becomes a prisoner of war, trapped in a cell block of littered toys, jelly smudges and math worksheets, we can rest easy know that someone will be there to rescue us.
And onward we charge together.