Every society has their secrets. My husband gathers with the guys to play poker and talk business, my daughter leaves notes in trees for the elves and faeries and my son will soon develop his own private moments.
Moms have them too.
Sometimes we’re loud and jolly, we guffaw and slap our hands on the table a little too loud. We watch out for our kids, and for yours too. Other times we gather in groups and whisper to one another about our troubles and fears. Typically it’s met with humor and we lift one another up and move forward.
Every so often there are late night phone calls, hurried trips around town or across the country. Casseroles are prepared and strangers become friends. We mobilize quickly and effectively; with neither preparation, instruction nor friendship. Our tribe pulls together and gets the job done.
Later we become friends.
First we are close.
We’re mothers. I’ll rock your baby if you’ll protect mine. I might know a little trick for the stuffy nose if you promise not to notice that my jeans are slipping off.
I will see you as beautiful always and forever, because I know you. Even when we’re strangers.
So, I’m very sorry that I can’t write about what mobilizes Moms. I can’t tell you why women from two different countries would call themselves friends. I won’t explain to you that these aren’t my relationships, and that I’m not really a Mommy Blogger from that group. I can’t make you see that I’m very much an outsider looking in. I’ve been trusted with a secret, and it’s theirs to tell.
The Internet gave us a smaller world. The women you watched found a way to make it work.
It’s our tribe.