Perhaps it’s due to my introverted nature or my commitment to being a dedicated stay-at-home mom. Maybe it’s my quirky sense of humor that doesn’t always land well. Regardless of the reason, I’ve come to accept that I don’t belong to a “mom tribe,” and honestly, I’m learning to embrace that.
Sure, I occasionally find myself feeling a twinge of envy when I scroll through social media and see mothers bonding over runs, sharing heartfelt stories about their supportive “tribe,” or enjoying vacations and group playdates. These women seem inseparable, and their gratitude for one another warms my heart. I genuinely admire the camaraderie and empowerment that arise when women unite to uplift each other.
I can be genuinely happy for them while also finding peace in my own circumstances, even if they don’t include a close-knit group of mom friends. I do have a few mom acquaintances, and we catch up occasionally to share our experiences of parenting toddlers who seem determined to test our sanity. I have friends who understand me, yet they are few and often far away. So, do I have a tribe? Not quite—a circle of women who gather regularly for outings, game nights, or group hugs doesn’t exist for me.
Of course, there are challenges that come with this reality. I lack a reliable support network to call upon when I need a break or someone to watch my kids. It would be nice to have someone nearby to help so my husband and I could enjoy a date night without extensive planning. It seems that having a tribe would mean less hassle in coordinating these moments of respite, with friends readily available to lend a hand due to proximity and mutual understanding.
But I’ve spent enough time lamenting my lack of a close group. I’ve accepted my role on the outskirts of social circles. Occasionally, I get invited into the inner circle, but those moments are fleeting. And that’s perfectly okay.
I harbor no resentment towards those who have close friendships, nor do I pity myself. I appreciate who I am and my situation. I value my independence and the freedom to be my authentic self without the constant backdrop of group texts about childcare swaps and date nights.
I’ve heard that once my children start school, I may forge friendships with the parents of their classmates, and perhaps someday I will find my own tribe. For now, I’m content where I am, relieved to stop searching for my “soul sisters.” I believe that one day, they’ll find me.
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In summary, while I may not fit into a traditional “mom tribe,” I’ve found comfort in being myself and appreciating the connections I do have. Embracing my independence has brought me a sense of peace that is invaluable.