We were traveling over the weekend, and found ourselves delayed in the airport this afternoon. As I “bonded” with another mom I was struck with something I’ve noticed plenty of times, but never thought very deeply about…
As soon as I gave birth to Ladybug, it was like I had been admitted into this universal club of mothers. I have borrowed diapers and wipes from other members of the club, and lent out both as well. Sympathetic looks have been exchanged at melt-downs, and embarrassing moments, encouragement offered about feeding, sleeping, and everything in-between.
Clothes has been passed down and around– I wore all this stuff post-baby when I just couldn’t wear anything else! And– Now that I’m pregnant, I can’t wear this, but you take it!
Advice has been shared (from the helpful to the good to the bad to the ugly), and stories of experience.
We have a bond that transcends ethnicity, geography, and status. We’re just mommies. Smeared with goo, running on little sleep, carrying bags full of diapers and snacks, often feeling overworked and under-appreciated.
As this fellow mom in the airport handed Ladybug one of her son’s pretzels, I nodded in appreciation. Of course I don’t mind that I don’t even know her name and she’s giving my daughter food. She’s in the club. The universal club of mothers. She’s just helping another member out.