While I was pregnant, some wacky cravings showed up. My mom had warned me about the weird food urges, so I waited to crave the classic pickles with ice cream. But staying true to my rebellious nature, I craved pizza with milkshakes.
I waited for other bizarre food wants to appear, but as my pregnancy progressed, a deeper need surfaced. It had nothing to do with food relationships and everything to do with relationship relationships.
I craved mom’ships
I worried I was missing out on deeper friendships and therefore not living my best mom life
One day, after a conversation with a lifelong pal about why I was using “lol” in my texts until the end of time, I felt different — lighter. I hadn’t thought about parenting once. I remembered what it was like to be me sans kiddo and talking to friends who knew me in the before times helped this happen. I felt supported in a way that only a lifetime friendship could bring to the table.
Huh.
Could it be that I’d been living my best mom life this whole time with the friends I already had?
I guess, finding my perfect BFF mom group was a craving I couldn’t totally satisfy — and I’m OK with it. I’ve met some lovely moms over the years, and we chat and are friendly, but my own mom village has never been established. My lifetime BFFs have been there through all the roles I’ve taken, but the one they know me best in is as their friend — and I’ll forever crave their fabulous friendships.
