A refreshing dose of estrogen.

I have wonderful family and friends, but unfortunately all of them are at work during the day and for some reason aren't available to chit-chat on the phone for long periods of time. I know, I know, I'm thinking the same thing: what a bunch of brown nosers!


Anyway, I've been feeling pretty isolated and bored and stir-crazy, and frankly, the wild flirting between me and Mr. Insanity these last several weeks just haven't been doing any of us any good. So a few weeks ago, I tracked down the closest MOPS chapter and decided to give it a try. Last week was my first meeting, and I was really nervous. In fact, at the last minute, I almost didn't go. Harrison hadn't slept at all the night before and had just puked on me for the one millionth time that morning and I was totally about to use him as an excuse. But if I'm being honest, the real reason was because I was horrified at the thought of a room full of perfectly put together moms who would make me feel totally intimidated and inadequate by their pure awesomeness at child rearing. Isn't it funny how silly we are sometimes? Oh wait, that's just me?

My point is (and I do have a point. I think.) is that I am SO grateful that I found this group and mustered up the courage to actually show up. And here's a huge shocker: it wasn't scary at all. Instead, I found it so very inspiring that ordinary moms can minister to each other in such a profound way. I didn't realize just how much I would benefit from the fellowship of a room full of strangers, bonded together by motherhood. My insecurities and personal challenges I've been faced with while adjusting to staying home were all validated and it was very encouraging to hear that I'm in the same boat as so many other moms. I've never been one to have lots of girlfriends, but this group reminded me just how important and refreshing girl time can be for the soul.

Apparently Harrison enjoyed his social setting as well -- when the sweet lady from the church's daycare handed him over to me, he started screaming and wanted to stay there. Which of course felt like a dagger straight to my heart, but at least he had a good time, too...


Anonymous said…
i am so glad you had a great time. it always helps to get out of the house...even way, way, way back then...it was the same. have a great day and love to you mary

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