I am not a weirdo. Let’s just get that out there right away so nobody has this crazy idea the reason I’ve had difficulty locking down a group of close friends is due to overt weirdness. I’m not a sneaky sniffer of armpits on the bus, nor a coffee-breathed close-talker. I don’t chew with my mouth open, or yell colorful obscenities at unsuspecting bystanders. I’m not a drunken nuisance, unless you count the time in college I tried to steal a mechanical Christmas reindeer from someone’s yard, and ended up barfing on their nativity scene.
Nope. I’m not a weirdo, or at least not in the traditional sense. In fact, I’m pretty darn average. I’m average looking, with a pleasantly average demeanor. I typically make friends with average ease, and maintain my friendships with the average amount of kindness, loyalty and respect one would expect from a true friend.
Yet for some reason, since having a baby, I have had more trouble finding a group of close friends than the victim in a slasher film has not falling down while running away from the aforementioned slasher.
This isn’t to say I haven’t met any friends. Over the last two years I have been lucky enough to cross paths with a couple incredible women who absolutely fill my cup, and whose friendship I appreciate with every fiber of my being, but I just thought making friends post-baby would be different. I thought it would be easier. I thought becoming a mom would break down barriers between women, and automatically bond me with anyone else who was a mom because we both sublet our stomachs for nine months. I naively pictured my motherhood friendships being like those portrayed in the Devine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood: Women who were so close, they could drug and kidnap your adult kid when she was being snotty, just to prove to her that her mother wasn’t the monster she made her out to be. Or at the very least, women who didn’t feel the need to shower or clean their house before inviting me over for a spur-of-the-moment, guilt-free 3pm beer on a day one (or both of us) were struggling.
But this perfect posse of procreating women alludes me, and I can’t help but wonder, why?
Did I miss the turn to the notorious “village?” You know, the one where everybody helps raise the kids? Did the decoder ring that would grant me access to the I Just Had A Baby So Let’s Be Best Friends Club get lost in the mail? Is there a secret handshake, or a gang sign that was described in the baby care booklet the hospital sent home with me, outlining how to communicate your allegiance to the Parental Posse from across the park? Or, am I actually a weirdo?
Of course I can recognize this is a multifaceted issue. Exhaustion, impossible schedules, (nonexistent) naps, jobs, spouses- it all plays a role. But I can’t help but wonder if something we have control over, namely how we choose to label ourselves, is factoring into how difficult we make it to bond with other women. Labels can be helpful, but labels can just as easily lead to judgement and divisions. We identify as baby wearers, and La Leche Leaguers, SAHMs and CEOs. We are single moms, and working moms, “traditional” moms and moms married to moms. We are “natural birthers” and C-Section survivors, attachment parents and free-range “criminals” if you believe the state of Maryland. These labels don’t define who we are, but rather just a small piece of the puzzle that makes up our full story. Can’t we look past everything else and focus on the common thread we all share? I mean, what parent doesn’t have an EPIC poop-up-the-back story they are just dying to tell?
It’s easy for me to withhold judgement and listen to what someone else has to say behind the anonymity of a computer screen. It’s much harder to do this in person, I get that. But it can be done. So I will keep trying, in hopes of one day nailing down a posse of fellow non-labeling, open-minded, semi-awkward-but-not-full-blown-weirdo ride or die moms, who, under the necessary circumstances, would drug and kidnap my adult child to convince her I wasn’t a monster. Now who’s with me?
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Image credits: deer, Devine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, Poop up the back belongs to HMDHM. Cover image.
Love it. I’ll join your posse!!
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You are totally in, especially with the sweet scary mommy sass you lay down. I’m all about being friends with people who can be sassy and sarcastic, but still love their kids 🙂
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Ha, sweet! Now where do you live? And what town is half way between Toronto and you?? Ha ha.
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Looks like that will be scenic Jamestown, North Dakota at a whopping 1,200+ miles. But I hear North Dakota is nice this time of year with all the oil wells and, um, mud?
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Done! Scenic and a party town, no doubt…
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This post made me laugh! It’s so true! I literally have NO friends. Since having my little one they’ve all disappeared. It sucks lol
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I’m so glad I made you laugh. No friends is so crappy! What gives, man?! I had a computer scare a few weeks ago, and honest to god almost had a mental breakdown because the blogging community has been my connection to the outside world for so long now. Maybe that sounds lame, but it’s so much easier here… Time to get out and meet some people I think!
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Hah! I think I would do the same! I does suck, what’s worse is I’ve tried to make contact with my friends but they don’t really respond. It makes me wonder if they were truly my friends to begin with. I’ve always been a bit of a loner and really enjoyed having friends when I did and now I’m back to being a loner again lol, I don’t mind so much because I’ve got my little one to keep me entertained but there’s something very satisfying about adult conversation
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Awesome article. I’m not a mom so I won’t pretend to understand what you’re going through, but it’s refreshing to hear someone give the real on the whole mom situation. It ain’t all finger painting, butterfly kisses and baking cookies!
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Thanks for the thoughtful comment, and the twitter share, too 🙂 It ISN’T all finger painting and baking cookies, that’s for sure. But I will say at least when we bake cookies, I get to eat most of them because our kid barely has teeth still… so I’ve got that going for me 😉
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Lol, any excuse to eat cookies is a win in my book!
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Love it! I’m already a member of this posse, and posted a similar blog entry about this very thing! Except my personal ad was titled Louise searching for her Thelma…want to be friends? 🙂
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You should post the link here! And yes, let’s be friends!
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I wanna be in your posse! And I’ve got several poop stories 🙂
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You’re in! Poop stories can bond people for life. 🙂
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Woo! 👏💕
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Thanks for bringing the realness of mom good with such hilarity! I laughed out loud hard on this one 🙂
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Well thanks! I’m so glad you got a chuckle out of it. It’s brutal out here, man! Got to get my hands on one of those decoder rings 😉
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Oh I definitely feel you here – I myself have no problem making connections with people, but putting in the time and effort to maintain those connections and let them grow into friendships is the part I don’t do so well with. So I don’t have any friends either and no one to blame but myself.
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It’s so hard to find the time and energy to do that. A wise family friends told me today it would take time, which is something I suppose I haven’t considered. Perhaps at this stage it’s unrealistic to think we could make these connections yet. All we have time to do is lay the ground work, and hopefully some day it turns into more!
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I LOVE this! And totally feel you. You’re the best! I’ll ride or die
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Thanks! You’re in!! Now we just need to invent teleporting so we can all actually hang out 🙂
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That is one of the most epic poop I’ve ever seen (I bet I have a worse one tomorrow because I’ve just jinxed myself). If you find a good map to that village can you share please?
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If you get a worse poop situation EVER, I beg you to email it to me, and I will do a follow up post!
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Haha, deal!
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I’m so glad I’m over those days!!!
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Jealous. I feel like I’m still at the bottom of a long, poopy mountain!
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It will be over before you know it…
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I hope so 🙂
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I feel like I’ve only just cleaned poo off my oldest behind and he’s almost a teenager already!!!
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I hope it just feels like it and it wasn’t recently 🙂
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Oh no! That would be shocking… They would be very sick or very silly… Both of them are too old for that… My challenges are on another level nowadays 😉 Never a dull moment…
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Gang signs. *snort* You crack me up, girlfriend! I think the wedge between us is less ‘clash of parenting philosophies’, more ‘totally living on the wrong continent’. But if ever one of us is on the right continent, we are so getting together for that 3pm beer.
Also, our most epic poo was twelve days in the making thanks to an undiagnosed dairy intolerance. It was briefly contained by her clothing, but gravity worked its magic and it ended up running down her leg and being strained out the foot of her onesie. Why did we not get a photo?? Priorities, man.
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I would like to join in, please…
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TWELVE DAYS?! That must have been POUNDS of poo! I wish you had a pic, too! That would have probably won you some sort of Guinness Book of World Records notoriety. And yes, if we ever end up within a few thousand mild radius, we will make that beer a reality!
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Yeah, twelve days. I was a nervous wreck from about Day 9, having previously seen a Seven Day Poo which was already pretty alarming. Poonami doesn’t even begin to describe it. This child also holds a (separate) record for the stinkiest poo of all time, which shall always be referred to in our family as The Sunday Night Poo – guess why?
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I guess life takes over and as you said you are suddenly crazy busy with your child and your life, cleaning, cooking, washing (all over again) and then there is your partner as well and somehow the day only has 24 hours and they are over in no time, no matter how long it might seem at certain points. As the kids grow (I found) you suddenly connect with moms as the kids connect with each other.
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Give it time, is what one of our long time family friends said to me. Makes sense. And in the mean time, this sure is nice.
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Yep
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Finally the reindeer story makes it onto the blog! Haha. Also, you are not average, you are fantastic.
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Thanks, friend! You too are to-the-moon fantastic. I’m so proud to have a friend as brave and daring as you. 🙂
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Me again! I nominated you for an award! I love your blog and I hope you accept the nomination 🙂 https://kaboodlemum.wordpress.com/2015/04/24/sisterhood-of-the-world-bloggers-award-2-0/
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Thank you for the nomination! I will have a busy week coming up, but I will see if I can squeeze it in! I really appreciate you thinking of me, and I love your blog, too!
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Awesome 🙂 you’re welcome and thank you :£
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Once I had kids, most of my friends who haven’t had kids are gone. They hung out for a year or two, but they are now long gone, and I get glimpses of their lives on Facebook. There’s no conflict or anything, but our lives are so different. I do have mom friends, but it’s so hard to find the time to connect with them when I work 5 days/week and want to be with my family on the weekends. It’s hard because I don’t get to bond closely to friends like I did before kids.
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I hear ya. I just hope it’s all temporary, and in the end we all find our places again. Thanks for reading and for the thoughtful comment!
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HERE I AM!!! I had no idea you were looking for me!! I’ve been looking for you for 24 years! HERE! OVER HERE!!!**waves arms franticly**
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OHTHANKGOD we finally found each other!! Where have you been all my life 🙂
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Chicago suburb….you??
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Pacific Northwest… shoot!
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I have been trying to read this all frigging week! ! I totally get it. I struggle with this too! Please let me join your posse? Although I am actually a weirdo. However, I am all over day time time beer drinking! I reckon me, you and Glynis would have an awesome time!!
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