The Moms I Long For Now

I never envisioned myself joining a moms’ group. It felt too loose, lacking any real depth of connection. The idea of bonding over motherhood just didn’t resonate with me. “Not my thing,” I thought.

But then, it just kind of unfolded. I found my tribe. For over a year, when the weather allowed, we formed a trio that met at the playground every Sunday morning. Our kids were all around three, and while they played, running back to us for snacks, water, and hugs after tumbles, we engaged in endless conversation.

Meet My Friends

We couldn’t have been more different. Sarah was a high-powered attorney, the quintessential type A. She could juggle tasks like a pro and seemed to know everyone and everything happening in town. Despite her impressive ability to balance it all, she often felt she should be accomplishing more.

Emma was a child psychologist specializing in trauma, working with kids affected by the aftermath of 9/11. Her husband, Alex, was a psychiatrist as well, and together they exuded a gentle calmness that was soothing. Their home was a sanctuary filled with art and a cozy meditation loft, not to mention classic toys.

And then there was me—the odd one out, a website manager with a flair for pop culture, a messy house, and a nerdy side. Despite being older, I often felt less grown-up than my friends. Yet, it didn’t matter. On that playground, we were a united front, sharing snacks with our kids and any other little ones who wandered over, applying sunscreen, and jumping to help when someone’s child looked a bit too adventurous on the jungle gym.

Building a Strong Bond

Despite our differences, we formed a strong bond. There were times when Sarah and Emma were my only allies in navigating the challenges of balancing motherhood with careers and relationships. All three of us were established professionals stepping into new roles that sometimes felt overwhelming.

A standout moment from those days was Mother’s Day. While we were out there, wondering why we were still at the playground, Daphne’s husband surprised us with hot, homemade waffles, warm syrup, and cocoa. He served us with a smile and then cleaned up before vanishing.

Even without those sweet treats, our regular meet-ups were a joy. These were the women I could be vulnerable with, sharing my fears and offering reassurance. We laughed about our misadventures, the chaos of rushing home from work, and the early mornings that left us all exhausted. But our connection ran deeper than just the kids.

Facing Challenges Together

One time, I experienced a miscarriage. Though it was early, the loss hit hard. I found myself keeping my emotions bottled up during the day, which made it hard to breathe. One afternoon, I left work feeling tense and frozen, heading to the train station to escape. The crowd on the platform felt suffocating, and I just stood there, trying to hold it together. Then, out of nowhere, Emma appeared. She barely had time to greet me before I broke down in tears, my body shaking with pent-up grief. She simply held me while I cried, shielding me from the curious stares around us.

When the train doors finally opened, she guided me to a window seat, and moments later, Sarah joined us, cheerfully saying hi. The moment I turned to her, the tears came rushing back. But in that moment, surrounded by my friends, I felt safe.

Reflecting on the Past

I still think fondly of those days. Emma has since moved to a nearby town, and though she and Alex are great communicators, we don’t connect as often as we’d like. Sarah moved even farther away, and while she returned about a year ago, we’ve both drifted into new circles. When we do bump into each other, we share quick hugs and try to catch up before our younger kids pull us apart. Our oldest children barely recognize each other anymore, even though they now go to the same middle school.

I never sought out a moms’ group or thought I needed mom friends, but that year unfolded beautifully, creating memories I’ll cherish forever. I see new moms on that playground now, with toddlers and their Ziploc bags of snacks, and I hope they’re sharing sunscreen too. I wish for them to receive waffles on Mother’s Day and tissues when they need them, just like we did.

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Summary

The author reflects on unexpected friendships formed in a moms’ group at the playground, recounting the unique bonds shared with two very different women. Together, they navigated the complexities of motherhood, career, and personal struggles, creating lasting memories and support during challenging times.