It’s that knowing glance, the one from the mother across the
aisle who sees you desperately trying to keep your cool as the toddler in your
cart melts down in the middle of Target, yelling mean words, kicking and
screaming. Just when you feel like everyone is judging you, you get that look,
the one that says, “Man, have I been there before.”
It’s the stranger who holds the door
as you head into the post office, pushing a stroller with one hand, package
looped under your other arm. In your hardest moments, when you’re just trying
to figure out how to accomplish everything on the to-do list with children in
tow, those small gestures from strangers can be the difference between
accomplishment and failure.
The
fact of the matter is we can’t do this alone. We may feel like we’re going at
it solo, but mothers are part of a tribe, The Mom Tribe. Whether it’s the best
friend you can joke about running away with, or the checker at the grocery
store who calms your children with stickers while you fumble for your credit
card, you’re anything but alone.
Most
of the time a favorite toy or a well-timed snack helps my son and I make it
through the day’s errands. Sometimes though, it’s not enough. My son is in a
mood and he loses his cool at the mall and I’m positive the people around me
are contemplating calling CPS because I’m clearly doing something wrong here.
But it’s those little moments where nearby moms say a gentle word, often in
passing, that I remember, I’m not alone. We’re all going through this together.
We distract each other’s crying babies, we pick up fallen toddlers, and we
offer a kind “I’ve been there” as we walk by the overtired preschooler and his
frazzled mother.
These
interactions, these moments, they’re important. Feeling like you’re not
screwing this all up is sometimes the only reminder needed to make it through
hard days. And whether she knows it or not, the grandmother who gushes over my
tiny human while I try to select the right cereal at Safeway, is my savior.
We
may never exchange numbers, or even names, but we’ve got each other’s backs.
The kindness of fellow mothers reminds me not only to appreciate the women who
save my day without knowing it, but also to do the same for the ones I see in
need. In those overwhelming moments, my tribe lets me know, we’ve got this, often
without saying a word.