All of my best friends are single, at least in the unmarried sense. None of my closest pals have kids.
I’m not exactly sure why this is and I don’t really try to overanalyze it. I love my friends and they love me, no matter our relationship and current childbearing statuses. But as studies have shown that birds of a feather do tend to flock together, my guess would be that a small piece of common ground is the mutual love of freedom.
I know it may seem odd to use the word “freedom” when talking about life as a married mommy, but for me being free has always been more of a state of mind than a life situation.
A couple of nights ago I went out with a couple of my favorite ladies. I covered an event in which I badly and proudly white girl danced. I drank wine and got a free massage and talked with strangers and loved on my wonderful friends. And then I went home, giddy to see the two people I love most in the world.
My summer is packed full of lovely and exciting plans. Still, I know that even the biggest of these will not compare to the smallest of moments I have the chance to cherish with Robby and Bryn. The life I’ve built with them is the greatest adventure I’ve ever known.
It is liberating to know that no matter where I may go, there is always so much laughter and love waiting for me to come back to. That no matter what fun plan I may be tending to at the moment, my favorite place in the entire world is wherever my boy and our girl are at.
There is an immeasurable amount of joy in being firmly rooted to a beautiful life. And that makes me feel like I could fly.
I left a bit before my friends did that night. Having a sweet husband who loves his daddy-daughter time, I knew I could easily stay out later. I opted to head home a little earlier not because I had to, but because I just couldn’t wait to get back to that adorable little family of mine. That evening, I danced like no one was watching and then drove back to the two watchful little eyes that I can never get enough of.
That feels like freedom to me.