What a Mother can and can't do

“At least we’re not dealing drugs”

I said to the fellow mumma I’d just met in the waiting room of the hospital. It was the mic drop, the truth we both knew but had to wade through all our mental chatter and self berating for.

Both our 6 year old girls were under having extensive dental work done. And in between my son telling her everything he knows about cranes, we were together dealing with and releasing our guilt and self hatred for ending up in such a spot.

“I gave my daughter $10 last night for the tooth fairy last night coz I feel so fucking guilty” she confessed

“I just spent $180 on snacks post procedure for Sophie because I feel so fucking guilty” I confessed

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The truth is I live for these moments with open hearted strangers and often find myself opening up to them more than I would even my own family. It’s been this way for as long as I can remember.

Due to the weight of the moment, we were able to move past all the fake platitudes and straight into the guts, openly discussing our opinions on usually taboo subjects, openly sharing our fears and shortcomings, our joys and triumphs.

I still remember returning to Matt halfway through the conversation and him saying under his breath, “seriously where do you find these people?”

Him, still in awe after all these years that God seems to arrange these ‘meet-cutes’ for me wherever I am.

What he finds most entertaining is my Marketplace endeavours, which often end up in a 15 minute heart to heart on pick up. The contrast of his deals which are a handshake and a few short words.