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Momraderie

By Kate Wicker

The other day I was in a cramped public bathroom stall supervising my preschooler’s potty business when I met a new friend.

“Mommy, I have to poop.”

“Now?”

“Now!”

This little tête-à-tête wasn’t between my daughter and me (she refuses to poop in public and often tries to get out of BMs at home, too), but with my bathroom neighbors — a mom with her young son.

I continued to eavesdrop. I couldn’t help it — the boy wasn’t being shy at all about making his “stinky.”

“I did it, Mommy! I made a big stinky!”

“Great job, Honey!”

Our children’s toilets flushed at the same time and we nearly bumped into one another as we exited the stalls.

“I’m impressed. I can’t believe how quickly he pooped in a public restroom. I have trouble getting my preschooler to poop at all,” I found myself saying.

“I know. He’s our little pooper. Oh, your baby’s so cute. How old is she?”

“A year.”

“Is she walking yet?”

“Not yet,” I said.

“Don’t worry. He didn’t walk until 16 months and now he runs and jumps all over the place. Have a good day.”

And we went our separate ways — her with her talented pooping toddler, me with my not-walking-yet-baby and poop-resistant preschooler.

I didn’t use to talk about poop with complete strangers, but something happens when you become a mom. The fact that both of your uteruses got their own zip codes when you were preggos makes for an instant connection.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve struck up a conversation with another mom or reached out to help one of my own kind. Once, I saw a frazzled mom at the grocery store.

Her baby was crying and her older child was whining. I could tell she was on the verge of losing it, so I said to her little boy, “I love that dinosaur on your shirt.”

He immediately stopped pining for a candy bar and started telling me all about his favorite animals. His mom smiled and mouthed a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

Other moms have done the same for me. One took my antsy baby from my arms during church. “So you can actually pay attention,” she whispered. Others have held the door for me when my arms were full and a preschooler was clinging to my pants legs. Veteran moms who know what lies ahead have uttered words of encouragement after noticing I was looking a wee bit weary toting around two kids under 4 for a “quick” errand.
“You’re doing great,” they cheer. Or, “It gets easier.”

Then there are my real friends — not just passing strangers who knowingly nod their heads or smile in support when my child has a meltdown in the produce section. Some were girlfriends long before anyone ever called us Mommy, and it’s amazing how much closer we’ve become since we’ve been passed the holy torch of motherhood.

When one of my kids refuses to nap (day after day) or turns beet-red during a bowel movement, I don’t immediately call my pediatrician, consult my stack of parenting books or Google “baby constipation.” Instead, I call one of my mom friends.

Unlike my childless companions, it’s only other moms who can truly offer maternal empathy. They’re the friends who won’t be totally grossed out if I talk about the color of my baby’s poop. They’re the ones who know what it’s like to notice the beautiful curve of a newborn’s ear while she nurses and to want to cry because it’s so perfect.

They’re quick to trade tricks of the trade like how to get marker doodles off your bedspread. They still think you’re beautiful even with the white streak of diaper ointment smeared in your hair. They understand the flattening lethargy the daily grind of motherhood can bring, the profundity of giving birth to a child, the way an infant’s cries can rip you apart and the intense love and joy that goes hand-in-hand with being a mom.

They’re the ones who can say, “I’ve been there,” and really mean it. Because, in the end, we’re really just looking for the sense that we’re not alone in this journey.

Like it or not, as mothers we’re in the trenches. And just like soldiers, we need people who’ve got our backs and are going to give us cover. Sometimes during times of peace, we can laugh at our kids’ antics and share our favorite parts of being a mom. But sometimes, let’s face it, motherhood is a war (a battle of wills, a grueling campaign for sleep or pooping on the potty), and we can either be the medic and offer our support to fellow moms or humbly accept help as the wounded soldier.

I’m very fortunate because my personal mom friends are eager to enter the frontline to give me a break when I admit that being a mother ain’t always easy. But they’re also the ones who remind me that a lot of things are hard in life — like performing brain surgery, living under communist rule and going no-carb. Some things are worth it. Swearing off pasta, if you ask me, isn’t.

But all my momrades and I would agree that kids most certainly are well worth everything — the endless laundry, another hour of sleep you didn’t get, the saggy boobs, the purple stretch marks, the “I-don’t-want-to-go-to-bed” tantrums, the crushed Cheerios in the car upholstery, the calamitous diaper incidents, the handprint smudges all over the walls and your brand-new white pants, and the insufferable whining over a silly plastic toy at the dollar store.

Ask most any mom — from the one you’ve just met in the public restroom to your close friends — and they’ll tell you that kids may hijack our sleep, flat abs and sometimes our sanity, but they certainly hijack our hearts, too.

Kate WickerWhen she's not searching for missing sippy cups or runaway baby socks, Kate Wicker writes for a variety of secular and faith-based publications. Some of her publication credits include Canticle, Faith and Family, Pregnancy magazine, and Woman's Day. She also teaches creative writing to homeschoolers. Although she's authored several "almost finished" novels and has a handful ideas for nonfiction books floating in her mommy brain, right now her most important "works in progress" are her children. She lives with her family in Georgia and shares stories about living it up deep down in the trenches of motherhood at KateWicker.blogspot.com. Kate is also the founder of Mrs. MD, "Your Rx for a healthy and happy medical marriage". Contact Kate at kmwicker [at] gmail dot com.


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11/03/08

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