|Posted by dgglozman on August 5, 2014 at 8:05 PM|
Separation with my cellphone left me feeling almost naked – my hand motion seamed to repeat the moves that are so ordinary, natural, almost biological, although at the moment pointless, since I didn’t have that one device which for many of us replaces magazines, books, advisors, ministries of health, education, justice, crafts divas and culinary experts, doll makers and relationship therapists, etc., and even girlfriends…I left it home knowing that I won’t need it in my travels across Europe. I felt separation right away.
I was cut off my daily routine of socializing with Mommies of all sizes and shapes, colours and political views, tastes in fashion and dietary preferences. My Group of Women, my social club to which anyone can turn with a burning question or to vent out their anger, to share the joy of childbirth or fears of the latter, what kind of gift to get for mother or daughter, insurance, citizenship and immigration – there is no one field where we might needed an advice or direction in and we couldn’t get a response, day or night.
Quite often our second ‘halves’ tease us that we are unable to keep friendships, to be open about ourselves, to take criticism well without holding the grudge. I think we can defy these accusations – we formed a special bond, our own unique comradery that exists between soldiers who went through some trying events. We have developed a feeling of trust, a bond created by a shared goal or experience — you don't have to be best friends with everyone in the group to know you have their support. Yet we share respect for each other, care not to hurt intentionally as we all walk many miles in “OUR” shoes as Mommies!
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