In our very long move from one part of the country to the other (the spread which could fit 35 countries in between, if we were measuring by European standards) one of the most profound losses that I felt was the absence of my closest friends - the women who loved my children as I did.
Women who fussed over my pregnant belly, and cradled my newborn babies, brought me ready-made meals in my breast-feeding days, and one wonderful friend, who upon getting a new car, spent the day packaging special foods for me, in cold packs and set them inside her old car, that she gave to me as a gift (the food plus the car!).
I missed the option of being able to cold-call another mama friend (or the special friends without children - who were patient enough to listen to my child-related ramblings) and being able to escape the madness that is early childhood, and go for coffee for a few hours (or longer) sans children. Looking back, I am so thankful to have had those women, and to have experienced the security that comes with knowing that whatever crappiness has happened in your day, there are other women who have those same days too.
I am a believer that having a strong network of women friends is vitally important to every woman, and especially women who are raising children. There is something powerfully affirming in seeing your experiences mirrored through the experience of others, and we are just starting to find that small tribe of women here, who value our children as people, understand our parenting and support us in it. And I am so very grateful for that.
We are a family of 6 creatives, homeschooling/ unschooling and living a minimalist life on our own slice of paradise on the coast of Australia - artist mama, guitarist papa, surfie teen, satirical teen, musician teen and wild little one. Welcome to our life.