Ugh. My mother and I have always had excellent hindsight. “I wish I’d said that…” trailed out of her mouth, 15 minutes later.
Me too, Mom. Me too.
Well, here I am. In hindsight. For a person who self-admittedly always feels like she walks on the outside of the “in-club,” why in the HELL, did I decide to start a blog named… second mom club.
Honestly, right now…. in THIS moment… I don’t know.
What I do know.. is this.
I wanted to create a place that people felt comfortable and safe. A place they could go to for support and understanding and a shoulder for all of those everyday ‘Mom moments ‘that make your heart literally burst open in joy.
…And those moments that drop you to your knees or send you screaming face down into the pillow… so that your children don’t witness those imperfections we all try so desperately to hide.
Ultimately… I wanted a safe place for me.
So why club???
Well.. thanks to google- I now understand the official definition of ‘club.’
noun… an association or organization dedicated to a particular interest or activity. “a photography club.” SIMILAR WORDS: SOCIETY. ASSOCIATION. ORGANIZATION. INSTITUTION. GROUP. -GOOGLE
THANK GOD– it doesn’t say “exclusive group for the elite of the elite of the elite of motherhood ONLY.” Because… phew… I WOULD BE OUT.
P.S… to those of you whom are more ‘elite’ than I am at this whole Mom/Daughter/Woman thing… power to YOU!
I long for connection, constantly. I am the type of girl who wants to share and talk and process.. and likely over-process every moment of my life. Not the big moments… but every single small moment. Dissect, assess.. and then when its beaten to death… process a bit more….
Simultaneously, I want to hear your stories. I want to listen to them. I want to find joy in your joy. I will weep when you weep. I will fury, when you fury. I crave to connect.
And then motherhood came… and I realized how lonely it is. Despite being surrounded by bundles of love every second, of every minute, of every hour… of every DAMN day.
So here is my offering. Here is a place where whether you have the most amazing Mom in the world, or you never knew your Mom. Whether you love her beyond reason.. or she drives you absolutely crazy (but of course you love her anyway).
This is Second Mom Club. A group where you are welcomed as you are. Regardless of where you are in your story or for that matter what your history hides or boasts.
It is a gathering of kind-hearted, open-to-whatever-your-needs-are-even-if-you-don’t-know-what-you-need, comfiest couch with the softest blanket (Thanks to Marshalls of course) …. RIPE for the taking.
Do with it what you want. Or don’t. I will not take offense.. (Well.. I will because I am a people pleaser… but thats for another post).
But please.. please know … this is not a ‘club’ of exclusion. There is no fee for entry. No yearly dues. We DO NOT wear pink on Wednesdays (unless of course we want). Showers are optional… but if needed- Kindly encouraged.
What this club does include in its membership is understanding. Ample understanding. Appreciation for our similarities and assuredly our differences. A warm shoulder to weather the storms of motherhood. A quiet spot for those days where talking feels like an insurmountable task once the babies are finally asleep. And hopefully that comfort of having a ‘second mom’ in your corner…
Because really, who doesn’t need it? I know I do.
-second mom club