Belongs in a Post, only have time for a Note…An Ode to Mom Friends

I’m realizing that some of the fundamentals that made me excel in the corporate world made me a shitty mom friend. Lack of vulnerability. Keeping everything close to the vest. Playing chess with every interaction instead of reveling in the humanness of it.

Take a Mommy & Me music class for example, as complete strangers we bring our babies to a room, sit in a circle and instantly one of the brave moms complains about sleep. That somehow three minutes later evolves into comparing baby poop color, nipples, PP weight loss…

Then one baby reaches for a maraca, shakes it in their own and the room of strangers transforms into auntie’s clapping and cheering in one of the most genuine forms of authentic human togetherness.

The way it was meant to be.

Ms. Beth was my son’s first music teacher. She saw me and my son weekly for over a year. Outside of my husband, that’s more than any family member or friend saw my baby, including my own mother. And as I sobbed during her final goodbye song in the last class before we moved away, I realized just how special this little class was to shaping my first year or so as a mom.

I’ll be 90 years old and think back to that class and get teary eyed. All of us in that room, every week, sharing war stories and our deepest fears with total strangers while our babies learned to sit, crawl, walk, dance and shake those maracas. 🪇

🎶So long fairwell to you my friends goodbye for now until we meet again 🎶

(THAT was the song…can you blame me for sobbing?!!)

Sweet Ms. Beth 🤍: