Little Wife On the Prairie

When you are everything to everyone, well, you had better act like you have it all together.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Playgroup is not for wusses.

Last year, my sister-in-law and I decided we were tired of wishing for a group of girlfriends.  We had talked several times about how it is hard to make relationships in a small town full of life-long friends.  It not that people are mean.  It's just that people are creatures of comfort.  Meeting and befriending new people is not always comfortable nor natural.  It's easy to have a good talk with someone.  It's hard to form those good long-lasting friendships.

In the spirit of desperation and a lack of fear of rejection, we did it.  We started a playgroup.  We invited a few of the moms that we knew and told them to invite moms that they knew.  It started out as a really nice time with some really great girls.  We always had fun and our kids loved it.  But as all things do, it grew.  We've had some people come and some people go.  But there is a good core group of girls that have been there most weeks.  Here are some of our sweet kids.

In the past year we have gone from just some nice girls with sweet kids to actual friends!  It is just what my SIL and I hoped for.  And guess what...we have room for more.  We don't ever want to be a closed group.  In fact, just last week, we had a new mom join us for playgroup.  I had met her at a park and it turned out that she knew one of the other moms in our group.  We invited her to come, and she did!  She and her kids fit in like they had been there from the beginning.

We had our first real mom's night out last night.  Seven of our girls came, including our newest member.  We also have a mommy who is preggo with her first. (She didn't get to leave her kid at home.)  We are all ages, we go to different churches, we even have some different ideas about how to raise kids.  But none of that matters.  We love each other!

But you can't be a wuss to be a part of our playgroup.  You have to be able to handle conversations about childbirth, potty training, breastfeeding, and yes folks...poop, lots and lots of poop.  We do tell stories and laugh ourselves sick about life-saving marmots, neurotic bottle-fed goats, 101 ways to marinate chicken, and husband antics.  And every now-and-then we can get Amy to gag.  Its really great.  But you have to be able to hang with our loudness our honesty and Jill's dirty looks!  She won't give 'em unless you deserve 'em.  (Love you Jill. :) Please still make me a hat.)  You have to be able to look past a dirty house, a snotty nose, or my lack of style.  We are not perfect but we have a perfect group!  See...

I was trying to get a pic of the whole car but ended up getting just these 3 girls.  It was too cute not to post!

Jess and I

Amy and Jessica

Jill, Jaylene and Amanda
We had a blast together last night! We stayed out so late that several of our husbands called to ask if we were drinking or if we needed to be bailed out.  I love all of you girls and can't wait for the next one!


Megan (Best of Fates) said...

Sounds like a fantastic group of women - good for you for being proactive! (Is it just me, or does everyone else hesitate to use that word now, because of the unstated reference to acne cream? Just me? Okay then.)

Little Wife on the Prairie said...

Just saw this Megan and no it is not just you. Proactive is forever ruined. (The word, not the product. I am sure the product is just fine. But using the word...toast.)