{"id":433,"date":"2006-10-12T09:59:05","date_gmt":"2006-10-12T15:59:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.familyresource.com\/blog\/?p=433"},"modified":"2006-10-12T09:59:05","modified_gmt":"2006-10-12T15:59:05","slug":"finding-your-crew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.familyresource.com\/blog\/2006\/10\/12\/finding-your-crew\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding Your Crew.."},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s that time of the month again – noooo, not that time<\/em> of the month… The time of the month where, apparently, everything falls apart for a couple of days.\u00a0 Nap time is warfare.\u00a0 Bedtime is worse.\u00a0 Mealtimes are\u00a0a combination of food throwing by the\u00a0youngest and complaining by the eldest.\u00a0 I have heard “no!” come out of both of my children’s mouths more in the last two days than I have ever heard in my entire life.\u00a0 I need a drink and it isn’t even noon.<\/p>\n

So, since the drink is out of the question at least until tonight, I instead took a long walk with a girlfriend of mine (whose kids are, of course, the pinnacle of grace and politeness and obedience – by comparison I am sure my daughter, who was literally getting in my face and screaming at me like a drill sergeant, looked like sybil) and that helped immensely.\u00a0\u00a0Joy has three daughters herself and is quite helpful\u00a0when it comes to just talking things out and giving advice and sharing ideas.\u00a0 It made me thankful that I have a support system, which I didn’t have not so long ago.\u00a0 And, not a lot of women do.\u00a0 Joy and I were lucky enough to stumble upon each other three years ago, both single mothers and needing lots of love and comraderie.\u00a0 We bonded almost immediately.\u00a0 Most mothers, though, have to go seeking it out.\u00a0 Sometimes throug the kids’ school.. Sometimes through bookclubs.. And, sometimes, through the usually uber-social and occasionally frightening Playgroup.\u00a0 For a rather intense and quasi-hilarious look at the inner working of Nashville’s mother\/child groups check out this article<\/a>.\u00a0 It was about playgroups and this women’s particular experience with it in Nashville.\u00a0 I was actually the E.Nashville mother she mentions in the article.\u00a0 We had a lovely time and even though she pokes a little fun at my ‘hood – you know, whatever – it made for\u00a0damn good reading and therein that humor\u00a0is a thread of truth.\u00a0 The intense\/hilarious part is the reaction by the Green Hills mothers whom she also mentioned in the article.\u00a0 Most of us are just struggling to find our support systems and friends whom we can trust and confide in about our deepest mothering emotions and\u00a0the author didn’t find it there – actually, quite the opposite.\u00a0 Apparently, the ladies in Green Hills are combatively protective<\/a> about their image to the rest of Nashville because they reacted in a freakishly frightening way (lots of foul language and grotesquely incorrect grammar)\u00a0because Lindsey (the woman who wrote the article) didn’t feel comfortable at their group.\u00a0 Unfortunately, they failed to see that it was one woman’s take on how hard it is to find something as necessary and simple as what I was lucky enough to have this morning with my friend Joy.\u00a0 And, unfortunately for them, they came off looking like the last<\/strong> group of people you would want to expose your most sensitive side to (being a mother is personal – why on earth would you\u00a0want\u00a0to open that up to these<\/strong><\/em> people?)\u00a0OR expose your children to.\u00a0 I just found the whole thing shocking.\u00a0And funny.\u00a0So, for any of my readers out there, I hope you have better experiences finding a group of your own – a place where you feel you can be human and not be judge.\u00a0Or cussed at for not fitting in.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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