If you’re a mom who’s feeling a little lost and haven’t yet experienced the joys of a playgroup, it may be just what you need. I’ve discovered over the years that a playgroup isn’t just for the kids! Our ragtag group gets together every week for a couple of hours. We take turns hosting which merely requires picking a spot and bringing a snack for everyone to share. In the winter we usually go to someone’s house. In the spring and fall, we might meet at a neighborhood park if the weather is nice. And in the summer we usually meet at somebody’s neighborhood pool. My youngest (15 months) and I just returned from our weekly gathering. It was fun to gab with the moms and watch the kids play (and occasionally tussle) with each other.
We covered serious topics ranging from adoption, sterilization and how to reenter the labor market after our kids are grown to more mundane topics such as kitchen remodeling and mother-in-laws. And this was just a typical week! It never ceases to amaze me the plethora of information that we ladies can share. I hate to admit it but, as a stay at home mom, this weekly get-together constitutes most of my social life. I’ve been part of two glorious playgroups (we moved away from our first a few years ago), and I truly owe my sanity (what little of it I have left) to these ladies. Parenting is both joyful and difficult. To have a group of caring people in times of celebration and commiseration just makes it all worthwhile.
A few months ago I got to thinking about the importance of playgroup in my life. For some reason, I kept thinking about one mom, in particular. She’s a wonderful mom and friend who organized my first playgroup. I haven’t been very good about keeping in touch with her since we moved away — only the occasional Christmas card. Yet, at this particular point in time, I couldn’t stop thinking about her! Out of the blue, I decided to write her a card to reconnect and fill her in on our lives. A few days later, I received a phone call from her (I had included our phone number in the letter). I was astonished to hear that she was expecting her third child in less than a week. And I didn’t even know she was pregnant! She was equally amazed and said, “A mother’s intuition is an amazing thing.”
I still get goose bumps thinking about it. Whatever the reason, divine intervention or coincidence, the timing of my letter to her couldn’t have been more perfect. Hopefully, we’ll keep in better touch over the next few years. It’s probably the prudent thing to do. After all, she and I seem to be “cosmically connected” by all the laughter and tears brought about by our gab fests at playgroup.