We all have problems. That’s what I remind myself now, as I remember how I walked into a brick wall yesterday.
Ever walk into a brick wall?
The first ten seconds hurt the most. Your nose stings, head spins as you try to comprehend what the hell just happened. Then the embarrassment sets in when you realize you walked right into it.
Again.
I tell myself it came out of nowhere, but of course, I would’ve seen it if my vision wasn’t obstructed by trust. The wall was a friend. The moment of impact came when, in the spirit of being honest, a cruel comment was made about one of my little women.
Now, say what you will about me. Tell pe0ple my house is a mess and my car smells and my roots need a touch up.
But this?
This stung and stunned. And it broke my heart, both for my girl and my friend. She is not the woman I thought she was. And I turn into the dreaded Bobble-Head. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. My head shakes automatically. A weak smile crosses my face. I try to balance my body and search for my voice.
I turn away.
Then my heart cracks some more because I know that as mothers, as women, we need each other. Too often we are quick to judge, quick to speak, quick to injure without knowing the path or the challenges another woman is facing.
It’s a lost opportunity for friendship, connection and trust. A wall that could have been broken down and passed through remains.
She will reside on her side and I on mine, resolving to never be the bobble-head mom again.
