Truth be told, I usually write these posts on Saturday night so I’m prepared for the link up on Sunday morning. I do keep telling myself that I should write my 5 minutes when the mood strikes and just save it to post on Sunday. Instead, I scrambled out of a near slumber to get this one written and I’m glad I did.
What a week. Good, bad, ups, downs. I suppose we have that every week in a way. But this week the ups were a little higher and the downs were a little lower but I did end the week on a good note: celebrating my baby’s 8th birthday!
Shortly before that, I attended an event I helped manage for SheBuysCars. We brought in many women influencers from the DC area to basically hang out, learn a few things about cars, and have a little fun. And it wasn’t until today that I really reflected on that event and who I’ve become.
I’ve become a friend to women. Maybe that sounds weird to you but all my life I’ve always felt more comfortable as one of the guys. I didn’t relish feminine attention, tried to hide my curves, and always wanted to show that if a boy could do it, so could I. I definitely marched to the beat of my own drum and I mostly liked it. But it didn’t gain me a lot of women friends.
In fact, a few years ago I wrote a post about never having a best friend. The truth is that I’m okay without that ONE friend because I’ve become a friend to so many. It seems almost as if the entry into motherhood was really entry into a sisterhood – the one that defines us unmistakably as women.
Since becoming a mom and since working in a female-dominated space (unlike every single profession I’ve been in until this one), I’ve learned who to avoid but also who to embrace and trust and giggle with. I get what girls nights out are all about and I understood the joy of shopping with another woman.
I still like to do guy things and I still enjoy plenty of solitude (especially when shopping) but the older I get the more I realize how awesome women can be and how happy I am to be part of this sisterhood.