Those moms walking beside you? You need them. And guess what, they need you too.

It is such a gift to raise young kids alongside other moms who are doing the exact same thing you are. Moms who can genuinely say, “Me too,” to all of the things.

Moms who have messy houses, sticky walls, and backlogged chores, and who are also exhausted a lot of the time, but still so functional and thriving.

Moms who pray for you and encourage you, and simply pick up conversations where you last left off weeks ago.

These are your people who will make it a priority to be there for you: when you’re having a rough day, you just birthed a brand new baby, you’re sick and tired, or you’re just plain old lonely, yet ironically never actually alone.

They will drop by with bags of groceries, coffee, and muffins because they know that’s the best way to help right now. They’ll clean your kitchen without being asked, and talk and play with your kids so kindly and naturally.

They never stay long to visit, but they bring soul refreshment that you didn’t even know you fully needed until you’re sitting there receiving it.

Often they’ll start sorting through your laundry pile, that’s obviously on your couch, to help you fold it while casually chatting about all of the things.

“The baby’s been sleeping better for you?”

“How’s the eating going?”

“He lost another tooth!”
“He’s getting a new tooth!”

“What are you making for dinner?”
“Yeah, I have no idea either…”

“A stranger said the nicest thing to me at the store today.”
“A stranger made me cry today on the bus.”

The entire time, the children play ‘sort of’ well together, and we quickly swallow down beverages while intercepting one baby from clawing out the eyeballs of another baby. We don’t even notice or care that our conversations are disjointed; we’re simply eager to catch up on all of the happenings of each other’s lives, and we are very aware that we don’t have much time to do so.

These moms also form a need-meeting network around that help you survive the day to day. There’s an ongoing chat system on the mom phones that read something like this:

“Does anybody have a pair of size 11 rubber boots I can borrow?”

“I need a 3T snowsuit for Saturday, anyone have one in the back of their closet?”

“I just birthed a 5 lb baby, are there tiny clothes lying around?”

“I’m getting rid of this toy, any takers?”

“Look at this immunization reaction, Ewwww! Has anybody else experienced this monstrosity of a rash before?”

“Caffeine levels are as low as my morale, please send help…”

I’ve had chocolate and coffee arrive within the hour, like a mom Uber system.

We rarely see each other anymore because of schedules, location, the crazy amazing amount of children we collectively have, but when we do, we can just pick up where we last left off.

These same dear moms laugh with solidarity and understanding when you accidentally wear two very different earrings for an entire evening.

When you sit in peanut butter that your kids left strategically on the kitchen chair for you to find, they simply smile and hand you a wipe.. because these moms always have wipes (and band-aids)… in every pocket and every bag.

These are the moms who get you; when you go to tuck your hair behind your ear and
you realize you have honey on your forehead.

They laugh with you because they’ve been there too.

It’s comforting to walk alongside others who are in the same place you are.

It gives you strength when you feel yours is depleted.
It reminds you that you are definitely not alone.
And it proves without a doubt, that you are never the only one.

So, hold on tight to the moms who walk beside you.
You need them. And guess what, they need you too.

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