This week I seem to be meeting up with most of my posses and I realize how lucky I am to have these groups of women in my life…how lucky we all are.
Monday was poker night. Ladies in the hood who get together for 10 bucks a piece and pass the money around from month to month. We gossip, solve each others’ family problems, laugh a lot and play cards.
Tomorrow night I have the "not a book club." The inspiration of my friend Shannon, we drink wine, usually red, eat brownies and swap books. We gossip, solve each others’ family problems, laugh a lot and occasionally talk about the books we have brought.
Thursday night I have squash house league. It is more fun than competitive although we all usually get a good work out before we hit the wine and the pasta bar. And of course, we gossip, solve, laugh, etc…
I also belong to 2 Moms groups, an actual discuss-the-book-we-all-read book club, and my very special "Just Because…" group with my very special camp friends.
These groups of women all meet for different reasons, but the results are all comfortably familiar.
We all know the nasty little girl playground stories and each of us can remember being the odd kid out. Sometimes that still happens as adults, but when the chips are down, when it seems that it has snowed for three straight months, when you can’t push a stroller, get into your garage, leave your house without 15 minutes of prep time to get children dressed…girl groups get you through. They laugh at your jokes because the same things are happening in their houses. Their husbands have the same foibles and their children the same permanent coughs and runny noses.
My daughter has been a blessing to me in many, many ways, but the friends that have come to me through her is one of the greatest