To My Friends That Fight For Our Friendship When I Want To Hide

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2030

When I first became a mom it was sleep deprivation, new mom anxiety, and approximately 139 doctor’s appointments that kept me from my friends. As my children grew, play groups, napping schedules, and tantrums were the cause of my antisocial behavior.

Nowadays, school, work, sports, church, and play dates try and keep me from staying close to the people who help me through it all. Still, I have survived because my friends have fought hard for me and for our relationships.

Mom lives are busy lives and it is easy to fall into the “let’s make plans” routine, that never ultimately gets fulfilled.

We all have people we truly care about, but rarely see because life gets in the way. I am blessed to also have friends that are like family, who have never allowed that routine to stick.

They hear my excuses and they offer up a new date to meet, they force me into a phone call, they make avoiding human connection less tempting by showing me how important it is to my mental health.

Even when it has been uncomfortable, they have found me and stood by me, during the times when I wanted to hide away.

When I was drowning in diapers and smelled a little bit like baby puke, they didn’t care.

When I cried more than I talked, and had no energy for makeup or fake pleasantries, they didn’t care.

When my house was covered in crumbs and I had no food in the fridge to offer, they didn’t care.

When I jumped from topic to topic because my mind was disjointed and my thoughts spilled out all over the place, they didn’t care.

When I didn’t bother to put on a bra or brush my teeth, they didn’t care.

And now, when I share the embarrassing, ugly, shameful, scary bits of motherhood, they hold my hand and say they feel that way too.

As a mom there have been many times when I faced more than I could handle alone. I have been overwhelmed, grief stricken, and I have shut down.

There have been days when I simply did not have the strength to pick up the phone and call for help.

My anxiety and sadness have convinced me that I would sound foolish, that no one would understand, that my struggle was unimportant.

Luckily for me, my friends never allowed for too much distance.

I owe so much to the women who continually push me to make plans, who ask how I’m doing and call me out when I hold back the hard stuff.

They share their struggles, and through our hardships we find that going through it together, lightens each of our burdens. They see me hiding and pull me out by letting me in.

If you have friends like these, hold on to them. Grab on when they reach out. Don’t let them search for you in vain.

If you don’t have friends like these, become a friend like this. Find strength to support women who will in turn support you back. Look at your mama friend who is on the edge, who can’t reach out, who is feeling alone, and remind her that she is anything but.

Friendship is worth the fight, and I’m so thankful for the women who fought so hard for me.

2 COMMENTS

  1. I’ve had tough days when I was raising my children . Now they are grown and I’ve helped my own children get through the tough times .It is tough when you feel that no one feels the way you do when your baby cry’s all the time and nothing you do comforts him or her .

  2. I am having a harder and harder time with articles and topics like this because it seems we should all feel sympathetic to those who can’t manage to be a good friend through their hard times.

    We all have hard times and we all want people to notice. Yet, some of us are naturally the kind of people who show up to do all the “work” and go to bed in tears every night that NO one noticed that we aren’t doing ok. People don’t notice when the “capable” are falling apart.

    I am the kind of person who plans just about everything fun in my life and everyone else’s life. I am the friend in this article doing the calling….but WE are not immune to rejection. I am losing my drive to even try.

    I honestly believe that people are missing the entire point of life.

    I’m sorry if this is a little too much venting, this has just been my reality and it is all coming to an eruption point. I can’t be the only person in my life who cares about having friendships any more.

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