Finding Your Mom Tribe

When I was pregnant with my first child, I got no shortage of advice. From other moms. From random strangers. From the mother-in-law who should not be giving any advice about raising children to anyone.

Mostly unsolicited. Mostly completely useless.

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Itโ€™s not that they didnโ€™t mean well, because of course everyone always means well when they tell you that babies actually like to sleep on their side not their back, and propped up, but not with a pillow because thatโ€™s dangerous andโ€”what, your baby isnโ€™t sleeping through the night yet?

Canโ€™t we just talk about the weather?

So after having my first, and then a few more, I vowed to never be that mom who would just give someone advice that she didnโ€™t ask for. And really, even if she did ask for it Iโ€™d hesitate, and then Iโ€™d start with something like, โ€œTake this with a grain of saltโ€ฆโ€ or, โ€œYou know you and your kids best, but hereโ€™s what worked for me…โ€

And, even then, it would have nothing to do with sleep or how long to breast-feed or which cloth diapers are the best.

Because we all figure that stuff out and, really, it doesnโ€™t completely affect our livelihood in the long run. Pampers, Huggies, bottles, breast-feeding … we all ask the questions about our babies, but what we should really be askingโ€”what we should really want to knowโ€”is how we take care of ourselves.

We need moms who think like us and live like us and just get it.

But even asking that seems selfish when youโ€™ve got a little parasite hanging on you 24 hours a day.

You say, HOW COULD YOU CALL YOUR CHILD A PARASITE? And I say that theyโ€™re cute and lovable and Iโ€™d lay down flat in front of a train for them without batting an eyelash, but they suck the life out of you if youโ€™re not careful. You wonโ€™t even know theyโ€™re doing it until one day you wake up and you canโ€™t breathe and youโ€™re sad for no reason, and you just want someone to put her arm around you and tell you itโ€™s going to be OK.

Thatโ€™s your tribe.

Thatโ€™s what we moms need most. And thatโ€™s exactly the advice Iโ€™d give.

There are tons of cool products and services and gadgets and gear (heck, with four kids I know all of them), and they will help. I couldnโ€™t have survived without my breast pump. And that amazing swaddling blanket that actually got my baby to sleep. The sling? Iโ€™d have died without my sling.

But, at the end of the day, we need each other. We need moms who think like us and live like us and just get it. You can text them or call them or look at them and they understand like itโ€™s some sort of mind-meld situation where no actual words are exchanged but they reach out to you and you know itโ€™s going to be all right.

And even if you canโ€™t look at them in the face, thereโ€™s the thing called THE INTERNET. Thereโ€™s Twitter and Facebook and Instagram, where you can share photos of your child covered in your favorite blush, and youโ€™ll get likes and comments telling you that theyโ€™ve been there.

Maybe theyโ€™ll even share their own crazy photos and you can laugh together. Even if youโ€™re across the country. Even they canโ€™t physically scoop you (or your kids) up so you can cry alone in your coffee (or your vodka).

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And that is how we get through each day. And each very long night. Not just with the fancy baby monitor and that weird "sleep positioner" thing.

With our tribe. Our friends. Our fellow moms.