Throughout today, in situations that can only be described as mortifying, my best friend proved once again why she really is the best and why I’m so thankful I’m journeying through motherhood with her by my side.
If you’ve raised little ones, you know the awkward moments that almost unavoidably come with potty training. To some degree, most of us have been there. I’m currently in the eye of the storm with our two year old, Mairi. I can deal with the accidents and mishaps in the privacy of my own home; where no-one misses a beat when Miss M comes bombing through the kitchen sans pants, but in public, not so much. Twice today Mairi proved while toddlerhood is not for the faint at heart. The first incident happened in McDonalds when she just decided to forgo her diaper right in the middle of a very busy lunch hour. There was a full audience of onlookers watching Mairi hands deep in her jeans trying to remedy whatever was bothering her, when Carla swiftly jumped into action and dealt with the situation (while I awkwardly avoided eye contact and started packing up). The second situation wasn’t quite so subtle. After hightailing it out of McDonald’s, we moved on to the library. The kids were happily playing and Carla and I were into a nice and relaxing conversation when I spotted it… Mairi, in the middle of the library, making her way up the stairs of the slide, with nothing but her shirt on. While parents gawked and all the kids pointed and yelled “Ewwww!”, I grabbed my mini nudist and ran to the bathroom. Carla, naturally, came to my rescue. She ran around the library found Mairi’s clothing and brought them to me. We had a good laugh and carried on with the rest of the day (which thankfully was uneventful). Now, with six children between us, most outings never go unscathed and today was really no better or worse than most. There is always at least one injury, meltdown, hitting/biting incident and usually it’s a combination of all those things. Today was embarrassing and equally hilarious. It will make for a good story to share when the kids are older and we’re reminiscing about all the antics that use to come up when their mothers ventured out together. I can confidently say that this conversation will happen because I undoubtedly know our friendship is a lifelong one.
I know this because there is no competition in our friendship, we simply want the very best for the other. Between us, laughing comes as easily as openly sharing our struggles. We nurture each other’s children to the point where people sometimes aren’t sure which child belongs to which mother; and while I’ve never taken our friendship for granted, today I realized how truly grateful I am for it.
Motherhood is hard on the best of days, and on the days when it is as trying as I’ve ever experienced, I’m thankful to know that I have someone like her who will always run around a crowded library for me, laugh off the awkwardness, take my chid’s hand as quickly as her own and be there for me through it all.
Here’s to the friends that have our backs and equally, our hearts.