March is a uniquely bipolar month for me.
My first wedding was in March. It was a lovely wedding, and it lead to some very necessary experiences for me, but it was also the catalyst for some of the more painful experiences.
My Brother died in a car accident in March.. its cast a shadow over that month every year since.
My sister had her first child, and my first niece, in March.. and she is a joy. So smart, and charming, and lovely. She's also my second son's best friend.
But one of the most important things to have come about in March in any way.. is my family of March Moms.
See.. I don't have a March Baby. I have a January baby. I very randomly fell in with these ladies when the wondered away from a larger site of expecting groups right after their babies were born. They formed their own board, and they have been a solid group for 7 years now.
And for 7 years I have had the pleasure of being able to call them friends. Even though my Marchmallow baby was born 9 months later than theirs.
I don't know that I've ever met a more connected, more fiercely loyal and protective group of ladies.
OH, we've had our differences, arguments, people come and go. and come back. and go. and come back again. We've had the same kinds of drama all large groups of women have. But these ladies are among some of my nearest and dearest friends. They are my sisters in the crazy world of motherhood. They are my safe haven.
So today, my post goes out to celebrate that sisterhood of motherhood. Thank you to all of my dear March Momma friends. You are cherished more than you know.