Today I attended one of the most beautiful baby showers--ever--and I'm including my own. The attention to detail, the dainty and demure outfits, the pale pink accessories and the glowing and joyous mommy to be. It was simply beautiful. I had the luxury to stop and observe the love that emanated throughout the room for this new little bundle of joy that has yet to arrive. The feeling of camaraderie was almost overwhelming.
Mommies take on the world-, but hey, even Atlas Shrugged. So why don't mommies? We need to shrug every once and a while; letting the weight of the world slide off our shoulders for a minute or two. Looking around that room I saw people I can depend on and call on when my mommy moments drive me to the brink of insanity.
On my way home from the shower I called the mommy who saved me the night I truly realized that I was in charge of other human beings. I told her she was the smartest person I know, and it's the truth. I will call her "Mama D"--she has grown kids now so that means she has survived teenagers {eeekkkk}. Re-read that people. I wrote SURVIVED and by survived I meant survived girl teenagers. She gave me the best mommy advice: "Carry an unlit cigarette around {I don't smoke--never have} and if you don't light it that day, it was a good day." So, now when things get a little hairy I think back to that advice and realize if I didn't light my metaphorical cigarette then the day wasn't that bad after all.
I'm glad that I have a group of women that I can depend on, shout at or to, let a string of curses fly only to hear, "feel better?" and really care about the answer I give. So, thank you women in my life who make me a better mommy everyday. Who share their war stories, childhood traumas and fabulous cocktails in the hopes of making me realize that mommyhood is hard, but it doesn't have to be done without the support of your friends. It really does take a village and I'm glad that I'm part of this tribe.
Here's to the mommy-to-be: may your metaphorical cigarette remain unlit and your hands stay poop free for at least the first two months. I mean, let's be realistic here TWO months is a very long time to be kid poop free.
C'mon you didn't really think I wouldn't mention the poop thing did you?
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