Today, I’m missing “Wednesdays”. Haven’t had one since last summer due to life changing events and tight schedules. Here’s a repost from exactly a year ago. Sometimes I still get the “playdate jitters” as I continue designing my life element by element…
Before giving birth to my son, I never thought much about playdates. But after he was born and the months began to fly by, I started to realize that my boy was growing up. He needed to be around others so that he could learn from them, grow up with them, and embrace childhood together as friends.
Thinking about it all gave me an uncomfortable feeling because that meant that I had to interact with other moms. Moms who would be older than I and more advanced in their lives. Moms that may possibly turn their noses up at me because I’m not on their level.
Some playdates go totally wrong.
Overly judgmental moms do exist.
We don’t have this, we’re not yet.
What about the ice breaker moment?
I’ll probably have to answer questions I wish I didn’t have to.
I’ll just stay at home.
All of these thoughts swarmed through my head at once.
How would I connect with moms who shared my same interests and ambitions? How would I connect with moms who would accept me for who I am in the midst of what I thought to be my imperfect life?
Luckily I found a group of girls who I am fortunate to have in my life. Surprisingly they all blog or did at one point in time. We all have much in common, we agree, and we respectfully disagree. We are of various ages; twenties and thirties, me being the youngest but not at all the oddball. Each Wednesday get-together is like therapy. We are able to talk and listen (it’s my nature to listen), sip coffee and enjoy a potluck brunch while the kids play.
The kids, they get along so well. I remember our first playdate. We were welcomed with hugs. It felt like home. Jayden walked right on in, grabbed a toy, and smiled at the other children. He exchanged hugs and kisses too. He obviously gets his social genes from his dad.
I honestly don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for our Wednesdays. I’d probably feel all alone and sheltered, still waiting for things to be perfect enough for me to mingle with other moms. My son would still be waiting to splash in the mud for the first time.
Do you attend playdates? Have you ever been apprehensive about attending them? How’d you find your group?