About 5 years ago I went to super doula extraordinaire
Nancy Beyda’s house for a cool class for new moms and some dads. We sat on the
floor with the babies and checked in on a topic, like sleep or eat. Then ate
together and watched the kids develop as the months went on. Soon the kids
outgrew the class and a bunch of us stayed in touch via email and saw each
other at parks and birthdays.
Five years later my group of now dear dear friends was
all invited to my son’s first birthday. I am in awe of how we have grown
together and how we are all part of each other’s lives. Some of us see each
other several times a week and some of see each other every 5 months or so, but
we are all there for each other.
Today my friends gave me food to give my daughter when
she got too hungry, they held my son so my arms could have a break, they took
photos and videos of the cake moment, they brought the table and the shade tent
for the event. They hung out with me and had fun.
And I held their son’s hand so he could squeeze it
while bravely having his big scrape cleaned, gave them clean clothes when their
daughter’s outfit got too wet to wear, checked with them if it was ok for the
kids to have another cupcake, traded band aides, caught up and had a great day
with my peeps.
I have such gratitude for my wonderful community that
manifested all by itself. I did not look for it or force it or expect it or try.
It came to me, already perfect. I am noticing that that is what happens in many
areas of my life lately. Interesting to track. Thank you dear friends for being
in my life, I love you all.