The Mom Friend

Let’s be real. This whole mom gig is the loneliest thing ever.

How is it that we literally birthed our very own personal stalker & we feel more alone than ever?

I mean this kid forces me to make eye contact while I’m taking a poop. It’s hard to rationalize these feelings of loneliness with that kind of intimacy.

But even with a Stage-Five-Clinger, I’ve spent most of my time in motherhood feeling alone.

Social media was a big contributor to this.

Either all these mom’s on social media got some kind of Perfect-Parenting-Informational-Packet in their take-home bag from the hospital or they’re all full of shit.

I’ll lean towards the latter.

It was hard to imagine becoming friends with these mom’s who seemed to really have their lives together, while I can’t bring myself to look in the mirror because I haven’t showered in a week & my kid is screaming profanities in the grocery store.

Hell, sometimes I didn’t even want to be friends with me.

But my mother insisted that I needed to be friends with someone, ANYONE. She swore if I put myself out there & tried to make some friends my life would change.

It’s taken me a long time & I hate to admit it but my mother was right. I was missing one crucial component of surviving motherhood:

A Mom Friend. A real, genuine motherhood friendship.

I’m not talking about your kid’s friend’s parents who you’re forced to have small talk with at the park.

I’m not talking about the members of your local Facebook Mom Group.

I’m not talking about the person who became a mom & now she’s a shiny social media mom with the perfect stories about her perfect offspring living their perfect lives in their perfectly clean house.

No, the kind of Mom Friend I’m talking about is just as much of a hot-diggity-mess as you are.

I’m talking about the Mom Friend that doesn’t flinch at the sight of your filthy dirty house. Instead, she’ll offer to help fold laundry, or better yet, flop on the couch & ignore it altogether.

I’m talking about the Mom Friend that has seen you in all your bra-less, makeup-less glory & will still go out in public with you.

I’m talking about the Mom Friend who brings her kid over for a playdate & when all you have for snacks are Dino-Nuggets & Twinkies, no one complains.

I’m talking about the Mom Friend you can file any & all complaints with & they won’t care if you call your 2 year old a parasitic ass hole.

A Mom Friend is the person that is your Equal Motherhood Counterpart.

You’re both in the same Mom League of dirty houses, mountains of laundry, & double chins.

A Mom Friendship is built from imperfections without judgement.

So how do I know what a real Mom Friend is? Meet Teddi, my Mama Soul Sister, & all the things I didn’t know I needed until I had them.

Despite growing up in the same small town & going to the same schools, we were never more than acquaintances.

Our paths crossed when we both became mothers in 2016. After 2 years of saying we would schedule a playdate, we finally did & I haven’t felt alone since then.

There are things that we have in common: both of us have a 2 year old boy, both of us are married, we’re the same age, we grew up in the same town, etc.

But there are also things that we don’t have in common: Teddi is pregnant, while I go into a panic if my period is 3 hours late. She breastfeeds, & I bottle fed. She co-sleeps, while I put my Toddler’s crib mattress on the floor so he can’t escape. Teddi is a stay-at-home mom, & I go to work.

For some people, those differences will make or break the odds of being that person’s friend.

But lucky for me, Teddi accepts & supports my way of parenting, just like I accept & support hers.

Because at the end of the day, we are both just trying to keep these tiny humans alive without losing our minds (even though, most of the time we still do).

So if you find yourself feeling completely alone in motherhood, think about that fellow mom you’ve been blowing off for no real reason.

Stop being weird & socially awkward & just schedule the freakin’ playdate!

In order to survive motherhood, trust me, you’re going to need a Mom Friend.

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