But like every mother my heart grew ten times when my newly born babe was first placed in my arms. I plan and plot and provide them with the best my resources allow, learning to accept that this is enough. I get frustrated with the never-ending cycles of clean, then dirty dishes and laundry, toys picked up, then played with and scattered again. I am exceedingly proud of my children. I have worries for them. I stress about their health, emotions and eating habits.
You see, as mothers there is more that draws us together than pulls us a part.
|My dearest friends circa 1999|
The last dozen years have changed us all but
our friendships have only deepened.
Like you I sometimes have to choose between a darling new pair of flats for me, or new tennis shoes for a child (again). We both dash around like crazy gathering things before we can head out the door...then something usually gets left behind. I think we both have random Cheerios and toy cars lost in the nether-regions of our vehicle.
All this to to say that there is no reason to be stand-off-ish because we have some differences. I'm really a lot like you. We share more than we are different and we could probably both use a friend.
If you're singlie, like me - am I the only one who feels sort of odd-man-out? If you are a married mom, do you have any single mom friends? Why not ask a friend to lunch? To come over for a play date? To escape to a movie? None of us can do this alone, we've got to find our village.