Circle of Moms

 So I sat down by all the ladies at the birthday party over the weekend. It may not seem like a big deal but it was my first time. They were all mothers and I was one of them. Lady to the right has nine kids, to the front has 6 and to the left has 3. I sat with my miesly little morsel on my lap feeling very insignificant in my motherdom. It was like being in the break room at work with all the teachers and we would talk about our classes but now the job is being a mom and we were talking about our kiddos. I loved it. Thoughts about public school, traveling, home school, personalities, birth order, breast feeding, & curriculum easily filled the air as the wee-est ones of each was busy: mother of 9's found a frosting covered spatula, mother of 3's contendedly sucked on a nook, mother of 6's roamed around with jealousy as her mother held mine who spit up cottage cheese half digested milk all over her. The weirdest thing was the peace and calm each of these women just seemed to be soaked in. I have always been a bit anxious though I appear laid back. Stressed, discontent, restless suited me more then joy. These women were happier then any women in a break room I've ever been in.  Happy with their place, their families and their accomplishments. They recieve little or no paychecks and are the most contented and unstressed women I've been around.  I left the party thinking I should just get pregnant again.