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
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
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.