But what about us Mamas? Its been hard for me to connect with anyone here in the heavily populated 'burb where I reside. I tried the
It is wonderful to NOT have to explain. To speak in the shorthand of special needs mama. A sigh, a sentence that doesn't have to be finished because your thoughts and feelings are understood. Compassion without judgment or pity.
We drank and ate. We laughed like lunatics. We shared our stories. We cried and then laughed some more.
If your village is not in your hometown, look online. Read blogs. Comment. Write your own blog. We're here. To laugh with you, to cry with you, to have some tequila with you, to catch you when it's all too much and we are here to celebrate when your child hits one out of the park.
Come find us. We're waiting.