I am so blessed to have so many sisters in my life. Other women, all daughters of Heavenly Father. Sisters. This past week really hit me with the realization of the blessing that it is to not be in this world alone. There are so many sisters in my life that I get to associate with and it fills my heart with love and gratitude.
My sweet Grandma (thanks to marriage) gave me a copy of this article a few months ago. I could so relate. I love the commonalities that I share with other women. There are some that I can take my healthy treats too and some that I can talk too about life. There are some that I can talk to about nutrition and dreams and goals....There are some that come over and drop off their kids with my husband and kids so that we can go out and do whatever, girl stuff. There are some that I walk with and some that I eat junk food with. Some that I trade kids with and some with whom I swap clothes. There are some that I never really see but who have had tremendous impacts on my life and my thinking process. And still some who I don't even know their name but I connect with them walking side by side in a grocery store kids in tow. Oh and not to mention some who I've, again never met, but we blog and so I feel like I know they am love them! There is really something special about being a woman.
Here is the short little article:
"Mom, do you know that lady?"
"No, why?"
"Then why are you chatting together like you're bestest friends?"
My 6-year-old daughter asked me this question at least three times while we ran errands.
My mother used to do this too: strike up conversations with complete strangers in the store, in line at the post office and in doctors’ waiting rooms. To my young mind, I couldn't comprehend how two strangers could be giggling together like old college roomies after only two lines of dialogue. Now I know. They're all fellow mommies: members of Club Mom.
You see, we're all part of the same sorority. When I see another mom with her shopping cart weighed down with more kids than groceries, I feel like I already know her. We need no introductions. I can just blurt out, "Hey, have you tried these yet?" or, "How much do you think these will shrink in the wash?" and before we know it, we're swapping laundry tips and recipes and potty training horror stories. That's when my daughter looks on and can't believe we're perfect strangers.
Being a member of Club Mom has other benefits too.
"What do you do if you get lost?" I ask my kids each time we go someplace large and crowded.
"Find another mommy!" is their hardy reply. "We look for someone with a stroller and kids to help us!" I teach them this because I know I can trust my fellow mommies more than any other group of people on earth.
I know a fellow sister in the trenches will help my little one find his way back to me no matter how many obstacles stand in her way. She'll probably even have a wet wipe for his nose and a few fruit snacks in her purse. I know this because these are my people. This is my club. Millions join our ranks daily.
But I'll tell you, whew, — Club Mom has one heck of an initiation rite!
1 comment:
So, so true. I couldn't agree more.
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