I am blessed, make no mistake. Sometimes I look at my life, and I think, “Dang, girl, you really fell into a good situation in spite of spending most of your 20s making bad choices.” Opportunities and encouragement are bountiful, and I am endlessly grateful for this. It’s not that nothing bad has ever happened to me; rather I believe that even the bad things have helped me end up here, and every day is a victory. Seriously, it’s a world of Galore, and a big part of why this is so is my Posse of Ninja Moms.
Back in my college days, my Ninjas were my girlfriends, filling up my speed dial. We weren’t moms then but we were already laying the groundwork for subsequent incarnations of ourselves. We laughed and cried and fought and drank celebrated together. Through the years, I’ve added to my circle of friends, which is very easy to quantify, thank you Facebook… And now, instead of calling one person at a time when I need help with something, I post a bat-signal on Facebook to my Posse of Ninja Moms. For real, these ladies, many of whom I’ve only known online, share their wisdom, empathy, funny stories, advice, attagirls, and support.
I love it. I just love that my friends do this. I love that friends will email me, requesting that I float their issue to the Ninja Moms. It’s so fantastic, these amazing women who take the time to help each other out. The range of responses to a call for the Posse to rally is impressive. We’re all at different stages in our motherhood, but nobody is discounted outright. New moms are given just as much credence as old established current veterans. There is no judgement, no condemnation. The Ninja Moms do not tolerate Mom On Mom Hate Crimes. We discuss pros and cons of the suggestions, and it can go on for 100 posts with email follow ups.
It’s a growing phenomenon at our house, too. When Boo brings us to our knees with whatever at that moment makes us the Worst Parents Ever, Mr. Incredible will suggest that I take it to the ladies and see what they think. What’s fabulous about this, is that either we are given a foundation for a solution, or (at the very least) we are reassured by the knowledge that yes, this totally sucks but is completely normal, and no, this isn’t permanent.
A century ago, I’m sure that there were Posses of Ninja Moms–I like to think that they had conversations just like ours as they were quilting, or putting up the tomato harvest, or having tea on the Titanic (100 years ago next month, can you believe it? I’ll never let go, Jack!). A century from now, our great-granddaughters will gather around the space-watercooler or send a telepathic space-message (I’m so high-tech and I think in terms of innovation, yes?) to their Space-Posse about some space-tantrum their kids won’t stop throwing.
I hope that everyone has her Posse of Ninja Moms. I don’t know where I’d be without mine. Boo would likely have turned feral by now, that’s for sure.