I am part of a moms group that gets together every couple of months. Earlier this month, we had our holiday get-together. This is one of the cuties in our group, trying to decide if he remembered me from last time or not:
My friend, Amy, started this group last year after realizing that she and a bunch of her friends had all had babies around the same time. She planned our first get-together, where she brilliantly specified that we didn’t bring our older children, but just brought our (at that time) one-year-olds to play.
It was genius. A set time for just the littlest ones. Something totally new for all of us.
We’ve gotten together every couple of months since then and now all of the kids are somewhere in their 2’s (a few even nearing 3 … ahhhh!). Sometimes we let the kids play while the moms eat and talk. Sometimes we all go to the zoo. And sometimes we leave the kids at home with their dads and have a “just us” cocktail hour or dinner.
I feel lucky to be a part of the group because the women are all great: they are fun and caring and real and honest. They’re nothing like what you might imagine a stereotypical “Mommy Group” mom to be.
And being able to vent to other parents who have a child the same age as yours — not only vent about the kids, but about the stressors of “family with young kids” life in general — is priceless, really. Plus the kids all get along really well and are, of course, the most adorable children any of us in the group have ever seen.
If we do say so ourselves.
And we do.
So I guess you could say I’m an official endorser of mom groups. Set one up in your neighborhood today! Act now! Do not delay!
Anyway, like I said, we had our holiday get-together recently and it was really nice. We moms ate our potluck chips and dips and cookies while the kids kept busy. I peeked into the bedroom at one point to find Amy’s daughter (front) and my daughter (back on the little couch) having some reading time:
And yes, they are both wearing fairy outfits. I think they put those on about 10 minutes into our gathering.
With a house full of 2-year-olds, the bathroom was a hub of activity. Lots of kids having to “go potty” and lots of kids spending quality time running the faucet.
And again, I caught Amy’s daughter and my own checking themselves in the bathroom mirror quite a bit:
You kinda get the feeling that they might be doing this same thing together 10 or 15 years from now, don’t you?
I have to say, I would be quite pleased if that were the case.
