Parenting is like falling in love. When you have a child, it feels like the first time anyone has felt the things that you’re feeling. No one’s baby is prettier. No one’s toddler is smarter. And you’re pretty sure that you’re going to be a better parent than anyone else in history by the virtue of your love.
I’m pretty sure that new parents are just as smug as newly married couples. “We’ll never fight, because we just love each other too much to be disrespectful. Right, Sweetie?” “Our child will never defy us, because he’ll know how deeply we love him every moment of his life and his deep sense of security will root him into a mutually respectful relationship with us.” *Eye roll.*
And then you move from “little kid” parenting to the “big kid” stuff, and you realize that other people walked this path before you, and thank God for that! At that point, you don’t want to be better than anyone. You just want someone to tell you that it’s normal and you’ll survive it!
I won’t get into the ins and outs of stumbling upon this whole new phase in my child’s development, but I will say that I’m so glad for our church’s ladies’ Bible study.
I don’t go often–truthfully, it falls right in the middle of my Thursday morning office hours, and after dropping my son off at school, I don’t normally want to hustle back out again. I want to settle in with tea and write… which I normally do.
But there are times that I just need some female companionship–preferably of an age to have done all this before. And the best place to find that is the mid-week ladies’ Bible study. When it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced something, it feels good to have a woman twice your age chuckle knowingly and say, “Oh, yes… I remember those days.” Because when someone remembers going through what you’re currently going through and manages to laugh about it, it means that it isn’t the end of the world.
And that’s a relief.
I’m grateful for the women in my community. So grateful. We need each other. At the very least, I need them! I’m so past the stage of things where I think I know it all. I don’t! But I’m lucky enough to know some women who have walked this path before, and that counts for a lot.