I realized that this past week included my first “mommy” event as a mommy, not counting my baby shower. I attended a Mom’s 
time at a church nearby where several of our friends go. It is a great program and these older moms in the church body have such a wonderful heart to help encourage younger moms through this ministry. I was highly encouraged to be a part of it. Of course, Josiah was kind of uncooperative the day before, and was questionable that morning. I had packed the car, and Josiah was screaming his head off at this point. I almost didn’t go.
But my sweet friend called me to say that it was fine if I came late. I was determined then to go ahead. I got there late, and it was their last meeting of this year (they kind of go on a school calendar) and I didn’t really get a ton from the teaching exactly, slightly distracted feeding and taking care of the spit up of my little one. But, it was just encouraging to be in a room of moms. The speaker was talking about how she didn’t wake up every day wanting to do all the things before her; that some of it was responsibility and where we needed to seek after God for the endurance and patience to push through laundry, meal planning, tight budgets, crying kids, etc. And how we need each other in this.
It was also nice to look around the room and see a great collection of moms. Some had several children, some were just pregnant with their first. Some moms were older with young children; some younger with older children, some older with older children! Some with 7 kids, one married off already. And several of us with our first. It’s nice to feel “normal” and see so many others trying to find sanity and community amidst busyness.
