I’ve never been one to have many friends. For me, it’s always boiled down to quality over quantity. In high school, it was two girls from my class. In college, it was just a few of my sorority sisters. After college, two women I worked with who, to this day, are still my best friends.
But after having my son, my circle of friends has grown exponentially.
I’ve still got my ride or die BFF’s and of course my work peeps. But I’ve also found great friendships with the daycare mamas, the Lafayette Moms Blog contributors, and the neighborhood mamas. They come from different walks of life – giving different perspectives in regards to what you are experiencing in your life. These groups are the best; you don’t have to feel guilty for not having a lot of face to face time with all of these women. They are mamas too and understand time limitations and priorities. It’s not always about mom’s night out (although those are pretty nice too). Your best conversations will most likely occur over group messaging over the course of a day. You can all vent through group messaging, knowing they will keep those conversations completely confidential. I will say, I have gained beautiful friendships with these other women. I am a 
better wife, mom, daughter, sister, and friend for it.
Sometimes, when the stars align, my mommy tribes intersect each other.
This intersection usually happens on social media – you know, those “it’s a small world” moments that leave you trying to figure out how your lil sis from your sorority days knows a fellow mommy blogger. But every once in a while, you get a Halley’s comet moment – that rare moment or outing when you and your friends from different tribes end up in the same place at the same time and you get to visit … or at least hug their necks and excitedly squeal HI! And of course, take the obligatory selfie to document the momentous occasion. These are some of the little moments I live for.
The unconditional support from mommy tribes will get you through the dark times, the joyous moments and everything in between.
My tribes were the first to offer prayers, condolences and help when my infant nephew passed away unexpectedly in July 2017. They stopped by my house to hug us, hold my hand, and let me ugly cry on their shoulder. They checked in on us in the days, weeks, and months after, sending bible passages and dropping off books that helped me through rough times. When my husband was laid off, these women gave comfort and encouragement. They filled my inbox and messages with job openings they had seen or heard of. These are also the women who stealthily drop a care package of wine, chocolate, gift card, and a card of encouragement on your front porch after a particularly rough week. They are supportive of my family and our professional and personal pursuits. These groups of women have changed me – for the better.
