We first crossed paths during our pregnancies, just months apart, filled with excitement and blissfully unaware of the challenges that awaited us. Our initial conversations consisted of light-hearted exchanges about pregnancy joys and hopes for the future. A chance encounter at the grocery store led us to exchange phone numbers, and little did I know that five years and five children later, you would become one of my closest friends.
As I embarked on my journey into motherhood, I noticed my circle of friends shrinking. The transition was overwhelming, and I found myself longing for connections with other moms who understood my new reality. Thankfully, you were right there beside me, sharing that same bewildered look of joy mixed with chaos. It was comforting to have someone who understood the struggle.
Those playdates at the park with our little ones were often what got me through the day. We shared our stories of sleepless nights, breastfeeding challenges, and the bizarre feelings that accompanied becoming a mom. We couldn’t help but marvel at our babies’ milestones, celebrating every small victory as if they were monumental achievements. Before we knew it, our little ones transformed from helpless infants into energetic toddlers.
As our kids continue to grow and parenting becomes more complex, you’ve been a source of laughter and support through the rough patches. You listen patiently as I brag about my kids’ antics, and when I vent about their mischievousness, you don’t judge because you know they’ve earned their reputation. You’re one of the few people who can seamlessly chat while navigating the chaos of fighting siblings and curious toddlers. Even when our conversations drift into confusion, I’m grateful that you’re just a call away.
Do you recall that time I called you from the bathroom, utterly defeated by my child’s tantrum? Or when I was too exhausted to handle dinner and bedtime, and you graciously stepped in to help? And how about that girls’ night we planned when I almost backed out due to feeling overwhelmed, yet you insisted I needed a break? I appreciate you more than words can express. You’ve been my anchor more times than I can count.
You’ve worn so many hats in my life: my sanity savior, my therapist, my workout buddy, and my go-to babysitter. I never feel judged about the mess in my home, and I don’t have to worry about putting on a show when you visit. You would even catch my child’s vomit without hesitation. That’s what true friendship looks like, and I trust you implicitly with my kids. You’re my sister from another mister, my soulmate, my partner in this wild journey of motherhood, and I honestly don’t know how I’d manage without you.
With love,
Your Ever-So-Grateful and Sometimes Insane Momma Friend
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