Tonight C and I went out to dinner with a few old friends, some of which I hadn’t seen for a long time.
Last time we all hung out there were lots of drinks and no kids.
Tonight we had an early dinner in a restaurant that had trays rather than table cloths. There were four high-chairs around the table. The only real Margharita that was delivered to the table was returned because it wasn’t a virgin.
It was awsome to see all of these people in their new roles. To see the boys having become dads. To watch my friends having become moms. We have different approaches to parenting, we have different gadgets, but at the end of the day we are all still the same people.
I might have been the mom with no plastic table protector, or the mom who didn’t bring jar food for her child, but while I could have felt inferior or inadequate, all I felt was love and acceptance.
We are all just moms in the trenches of motherhood, and sometimes it’s nice to find old friends there.