Picture this: the kitchen counter overflowing with fish-shaped crackers and juice boxes, while hummus and pretzels join the mix. Meanwhile, the living room is a delightful cacophony of toddlers throwing fits over who gets to ride the squeaky pony next, and babies wailing from their makeshift cribs. After what felt like an eternity of solitude with my little one, I found myself in this wonderfully chaotic scene. As a new mom, I embraced the frenzy.
From the moment I embarked on this wild journey of motherhood, I understood the importance of a support network. I craved a circle of encouragement but wasn’t quite sure where to find it. Then, one fateful day, I took my three-month-old daughter, Mia, to a storytime session at the library. We settled into a semicircle with other parents and their little ones, mesmerized by the librarian’s soothing storytelling. Suddenly, a tiny infant crawled into my lap. The baby’s mom, with a warm smile, offered, “I’m hosting a few moms over for a playdate. Would you like to join us?”
“Absolutely, we’d love to!” I replied, feeling a spark of excitement.
Stepping into our new friend’s home, we were greeted by a delightful mess of diaper bags and purses spilling into the entryway. About 10 other moms and their babies were present, ranging from newborns to toddlers. We sipped mimosas, watched our little ones explore the toy-strewn room, and shared stories about pregnancy, birth, in-law antics, and everything in between.
I had finally found my mommy tribe.
As the weeks flew by, our group swelled to around 25 moms and babies. These playdates became a lifeline to a community I never anticipated but now couldn’t imagine life without. We bonded over coffee, shopping trips, library storytimes, and countless visits to parks, filling our days with laughter, snacks, and commiseration.
As Abby’s first birthday approached, I found myself becoming more confident as a mother. However, one thing lingered: I was utterly drained from our packed social calendar. When weekends rolled around, my husband wanted to venture out with me and Abby, while all I yearned for was to lounge in my pajamas and dive back into my writing.
“I’ve been to that park five times this week. I don’t want to go again,” I grumbled to my husband after yet another playdate invitation arrived.
That’s when it hit me: despite my love for my mommy tribe, I needed to reconnect with my own passions—things that weren’t tied to my roles as a wife or mother. I craved the chance to write again and explore where it might take me. Being a stay-at-home mom granted me flexibility, something many working parents don’t have.
So, I began saying “no” to playdates and “yes” to prioritizing myself. My weeks transformed; we often stayed home, and Abby played nearby as I juggled writing essays and crafting poetry on my laptop. I reveled in my creative expression and stopped longing for a crowd to lose myself in. This shift also allowed me to be more present for my husband, and writing filled my need to be productive beyond just being “Mommy.”
These days, I may not be sipping mimosas with my crew in the afternoon or attending several playdates each month. However, there’s a beautiful lesson in my choice that Abby will come to appreciate one day: her mom learned to balance fun and work while chasing her dreams—and she made it happen. If I can do that, perhaps she can too someday.
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Summary:
In a quest for personal fulfillment amidst the chaos of motherhood, I redefined my priorities by stepping back from playdates and embracing my passion for writing. This decision not only allowed me to reconnect with myself but also set a positive example for my daughter about balancing dreams and responsibilities.