Along the Way

We are bleeding heart liberalsand right wingers, mothers of one and mothers of many, though none of that really matters when you meet with babies in your arms and dark circles under your eyes.

Our commonality, at first, was our children. We were lonely together. Until together made lonely go away.

We were strangers to each other. Now, we need each other, we rely on each other, we cheerlead each other through worries about kids, husbands, parents.

We are Ya-Yas in the making. We help each other with extra hands, tuned ears, open hearts, dreaming, planning, surviving.

When your child is sweet, I tell you. When my child is rude, you laugh with me. When we make it through the years with young children, we’ll high five and say, “Thank goodness for you along the way.”