I quickly snuck away while my children were greeting their dad as he stepped in the house, after coming home from work. I raced up stairs to my washroom and barely got my socks off before hopping in shower. Tonight I get to go out! Tonight I get to go out before the sun goes to bed. I get to go out even before my kids go to bed! This is a glorious night. Nope, its not a holiday or even my birthday. It is something more important. Girls night!
The wonderful thing about my best friends is that we are all in different stages of life and yet when we get together we can talk for hours and feel like it has only been ten minutes. Girls night is all about getting away from our lives for a few hours and spending it with the friends who helped us get to where we are today.
This girls night was extra special because we were dedicating it to the celebration of one of us becoming a mom. There are already two moms in our group and now we are adding another! I am one of the moms, obviously. What better way to welcome a new mom into the club than giving them words of wisdom and advice and a few warnings. Most of all, prayer. Nothing beats the power of prayer. “Where two or more are gathered”, right?
As I was driving to our girls night I started to brain storm what words of wisdom I was going to impart to my dear friend. I have been a mom for 2.5 years and I have two beautiful children, I should have a lot to say. I should have a lot of advice. Like I normally do, I started to say my pretend speech out loud while driving. First I turn off the Raffi CD that I just realized had been playing since I pulled out of the drive way 10 minutes ago. My thoughts became clearer as the lyrics to 5 little ducks slowly faded from my head. Hmm… How should I start?
What can I tell this new mom that will be of any help? What advice will she actually listen to? how much advice did I listen to until I started tuning every advice-giver out? She is probably at the stage in pregnancy where she would give anything for someone to ask her a question that didn’t have to do with her big belly and the impending baby that was on its way. I remember thinking “would people just leave me alone already!!!” I mean how much advice do they think I need. Seriously.
On that note, I said a little prayer for myself and my obvious issues that were coming up regarding annoying advice giving strangers. I also said a little prayer for my friend and her journey into motherhood. I lifted up her marriage and her relationships with family and friends as she has to learn to set new boundaries and look out for a brand new life. I mean, no pressure or anything!
My prayers distracted me for the rest of the ride to my friends house and as I pulled into the drive way I realized I still needed to put on my make up and take the scrunchy out of my hair and actually run that brush through it. I keep a brush in my diaper bag for just an occasion like this. Yes, my diaper bag is also my purse. deal with it. who has time to switch their wallet from their diaper bag to a regular purse that is buried deep in their hallway coat closet (which actually acts as my secret “stuff everything out of site” closet). Or is that just me? I am too busy trying to duck out of the house before my 16 month old realizes I am going.
A great thing about my amazing friends is our “no need to knock” kind of friendship. even though this was my first time at this particular friends new house since she got married I felt no need to knock. I walked in there with my mommy hair and half done make up and quickly checked my shirt for food stains in the hallway mirror. It was so nice walking into a house where no child has tarnished its surfaces. Although my clumsy nature sure loves to hang out among those little monsters who wreck everything, always. I better hold on to my wine glass a little tighter and eat my appetizers over the hard wood instead of the nice white carpet. I just recently noticed that when I step out of the house without my children that I feel a little naked. I have no one to blame spills or breaks or even to have an excuse to leave early for. wow. sorry kids. I didn’t realize how much I hid behind your … what is that even called?…. toddlerness?
After exchanging hugs and compliments on outfits and jokes on how hard it was to sneak out of the house we grabbed our wines and a plate full of delicious adult food and settled in the living room.
Have you ever watched those kid shows where every main character is the opposite of the others. One is sporty, one loves fashion, one loves nature, and one loves animals. You know that show:) These characters seem to have nothing in common and you wonder how they even became friends in the first place? That is how I feel some times when getting together with my friends. We are all so different and are each so amazing in our own way. I learn so much from them. Best of all, we can talk for hours. I mean we never run out of topics. We are each so invested in each others lives and stories that each get together is like the next episode of our own soap opera. We spend our time getting filled in on the latest boy drama, newly married romance, toddler horror stories and pregnancy Annoyances. I love our friendship. I need our friendship. I have been friends with them all since I was 13 years old and they have been there through so much and still love me.
God sure set me up for success when he placed these ladies in my life. Girls night has gone from more than just a night out with the girls or a night away from my family, or even some cute picture of me and my friends on instagram to show people that I do more than just sit in my pj’s on a Friday night with my husband eating chips. I actually never get a chance to take pictures because we kind of have an “ignore your phones except if it is your husbands regarding your babies” policy. Girls night is a night where I get encouraged. Where I come exhausted and leave refreshed. Girls night is a night where I can dress up or dress down and no body cares. (they do care if i come with food in my hair tho. you must draw a line some where.)
Surround yourself with people who make you feel loved. Find those precious souls who bring out the best in you and love the side of you that needs a little work. My best friends are all different in so many ways but the one way we are the same is that we all LOVE Jesus with all our hearts and are following the plan he has for our lives. We are able to support each other in our walks through life. My friends are awesome and I love them more than any words can do justice.