When I was very new to motherhood and barely had my feet wet, I heard of MOPS and MOMS Club and I steered far-away from them — convinced that it was a popularity contest and surely I wasn’t ‘cool enough’ to sit with the pretty girls.
I mean, I see how the mom Facebook groups work: moms judging other moms for not doing this or that, moms offering advice and being (painstakingly) accused of calling the other one a bad mom.
No thank you.
I was fine in my bubble — even if that bubble meant that my son would be my only friend.
So fast-forward a year or so later, where I was now a stay-at-home mom with two under two and my family uprooted and moved to Germany for my husband’s work.
At that time, I was in the throws of a deep depression; to say that I was lonely was an understatement. I was becoming increasingly unhappier as the days went on– I knew nobody, had zero friends, and was stuck inside all day long with my boys. My only adult interaction was when my husband would come home from work every evening, before he was even through the door, my word vomit would go off like an alarm bell.
I needed friends.
I was at a stage in my postpartum depression where I didn’t have the energy to get my sons (and myself) ready and out the door, for anything other than grocery shopping. I just didn’t have it in me, and so meeting people for playdates where I needed to physically get dressed and out of the house and make small-talk sounded like running the Boston marathon.
If you’ve ever struggled with depression, then you can understand– you really want to get out there and interact with other people, but your need to crawl into a ball and stay secluded is what your soul desires. And that always wins.
Eventually, I began to manage my PPD and that meant I wanted to get out of the house more. I kept seeing all of the events that my local MOMS Club would have– coffee playdates, weekly crafts, touring a fire station– it all sounded pretty amazing and a few moms couldn’t stop raving about it.
I began to peek in at a few MOMS events. It sounds crazy, but I was so nervous the first time.
What if they don’t like me? What if I say the wrong things? What if I say “I’m good, you?” when someone says hi.
Yeah, even when you’re almost 29 years old, those thoughts don’t go away.
I went to my first MOMS event with high hopes of being shooed away because I formula-feed and let my kids watch PAW Patrol; but it turns out, they were really just an awesome group of women that had one agenda in mind: to support each-other.
MOMS Club stands for Moms Offering Moms Support.
And that’s exactly what they did. Every mom that I met was so welcoming and friendly, I knew that I had to join.
I found my people.
Being a stay-at-home is taxing and for most of us, it can be lonely. We need that support. We need that outlet. We need that social interaction– just like our children do!
I love my MOMS Club and I’m as real as I can be when I say that I don’t know what I would do without the support from them; from the daily events to helping bring food to those in need, this group has taught me so much about being a better person and giving back to the community.
If you’re like me and your wading in the waters of wondering what it would be like to try something new– just do it– because your only regret will be that you should’ve done it sooner.
MOMS Club stands for MOMS Offering Moms Support. For more information, or to find a chapter near you, visit momsclub.org.