|Max, looking for friends at the park|
When the reality that I was going to begin staying at home with my children actually
hit me, I was suddenly nervous. Who would we have play dates (and
MOMMY dates) with?
I have several friends,
along with my sister, who live in the area. I also have a lot of friends
who left the cold weather for warmer locations throughout the United States, and I
can’t blame them.
a few days during the week. However, once I started talking with them, I
realized they still have a lot of commitments and are typically not open for
play dates left and right. Many have
part-time jobs, or they have older children in preschool, dance classes, swim
lessons, and other activities that take up daytime hours, making play dates a
little more challenging. This is unlike my totally open schedule and a job that allows
me to work anytime I would like, as long as children are nestled snugly in
us busy. I had only myself to rely on, especially knowing the winter months were
upon us and days at the park, long walks, and wagon rides would be limited. I wanted to make sure Max and Halle and I
had fun and didn’t sit around the house all the time.
park, the local library, friends’ homes (when they’re free), and our local Chick-fil-A
to play. It gave me some adult
interaction, too. When you start talking to the toaster, you know you need more
applications for new friends. They’re
friendly but not overly excited to be best buds. I understand. New relationships are a lot of
work. Heck, maintaining some of my
current relationships is a lot of work with everyone at such busy stages in their lives.
of four decided to have breakfast at Chick-fil-A. After filling up on chicken biscuits and
coffee (water for Max and milk for Halle), we made our way to the play
land. Another couple were already in
there with their son who was just a few months younger than Max. I can’t remember who struck up the conversation,
but we hit it off. The four of us
laughed and chatted like we were old pals. Oh yeah, and Max and their son kind of played together, too.
call them Bill and Jill), where we are from, how hard it is to meet other parents,
the challenges of parenting, and several other details big and small about our
lives. We eventually said good-bye to
Bill and Jill and went to refill our drinks, and my husband said, “Honey, you
can get along with anyone!” My inner
self thought, “Yes, I can!” I really
liked Jill. She was kind, funny, and
easy to talk with, and she was patient with her son and showed a true interest
in Max and myself.
drinks. Once again, we did an awkward “Bye” and “Take care” exchange. I decided
to just go for it and ask Jill for
her number. Visions of future play dates
danced in my head. I pulled out a napkin
and jotted down my number and said “Listen, I know this is weird and if you
don’t want to call me, it’s okay. But here is my number.” She laughed nervously and said that she and
Bill were hoping we felt the same way about wanting to get together in the
future. Jill and I left with each
other’s numbers and the hope of a new friendship for not only us, but also our
other mommies in the sea and that I’d find another good stay-at-home mommy
friend. You’ll never believe this. I
checked my voice mail this morning and had a message from Jill! We are getting together this week. Maybe putting
myself back on the mommy-friend market isn’t so daunting after all.