For three hours this morning, I sat on a patio overlooking a picturesque trail, with a gentle breeze blowing through the surrounding trees, sipping a latte that was not only delicious but also a work of art, in nearly 70-degree weather in mid-December. If you’re feeling jealous, you should. It was wonderful, and I haven’t even mentioned the best part. I was accompanied by two amazing women and one adorable baby. The women were generous with their compassion and empathy and the baby wasn’t stingy with smiles or snuggles. While my coffee stayed perfectly contained in my cozy mug, my proverbial cup runneth over.
Today’s mom get together was filled with both tears and laughter, and plenty of authentic connection. It came together last minute, which seems like the only way plans actually happen these days. And it was just what my soul needed—a gift from God, an incredible kindness.
As I drove away, I couldn’t help but reflect with gratitude on the time spent. I was reminded of my longing for those connections when Gage was younger. The void I felt, the present sadness and yearning for someone to relate to.
Today’s meeting was only my second ever encounter with one of the women in attendance. I informed her that we’re friends now, whether she likes it or not, and I’ll be using her shortened nickname since we’re “close.” Evan has told me before that I come on too strong. He might be on to something. But I have a hunch that this brave and resilient mom of four won’t be scared off easily. Throughout our conversation, she classified some of what she shared as complaining, but on the receiving end of it, none of it felt like a complaint. It all just felt real and true. I was so grateful for the chance to listen. To feel less alone and more connected.
Before we had even ordered drinks or pastries, I was confessing my tears shed in the van ride there, prompted by a Bob Goff podcast. He pointed out that if we only share things once we have a happy ending to celebrate, we miss the opportunities to truly encourage others. I felt like he was talking to me. My confession wasn’t met with judgement or criticism. In that moment and for the rest of our time together, I felt safe. I hope my new friend shared the same sentiment.
Quality time with friends can seem so hard to come by. But I’m so glad we had the chance today to do what we did…make space. We made space in our schedules and made space in our individual chaos to come together and share space. That space felt sacred. I recently read this line from Amy Sieffert about hospitality, and it hit home. “When space has been made for me, I have known healing, kindness, laughter, freedom, God.” I felt all those things today, and I’m so grateful.