Thank God for my friends. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have anyone who could relate. The other day in a brainstorming session at work I clapped my hands and cheered "Hurray!" when our group came up with a really great idea. In my excitement I had slipped into Mommy mode. There were a few strange looks and an uncomfortable pause at my innappropriate outburst but people moved on pretty quickly. I, however, could not get it off my mind.
That is until I called my good friend, another working mom, and told her of my self-inflicted embarassment. She recounted a story far worse than mine that involved a few senior executives at her firm and a gruesome story of potty training told, by her, at a work function. My slip-up paled in comparison and I felt better instantly.
What would we do without a friend to call when dealing with a child who doesn’t want to go to school or a two year old who refuses to eat anyting that isn’t orange? I remember many times calling my good friend who had taken the leap into parenthood a few months before me begging her to tell me when this got easier and the baby actually slept! Just knowing there was someone who had been through it and had survived made it a little bit more managable.
I have tried to talk to my mother about these things but she is either too far removed or too emotionally invested. My dad has no recollection of anything and my husband just wants to fix it. All I really need is a sympathetic ear from someone who has been there. Hopefully, this is what you will experience on urbanmoms.ca. This site was inspired by these relationships and the need for urban moms to connect with people who get it.
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Jen