Being a woman includes, should one choose to accept it, membership into sisterhoods both genetic and not. In fact, speaking as an only child, it is sometimes the lack of a blood connection to another woman that makes me appreciate her perspective and advice even more, as being from an outsider who can see my playing field better than I can see it myself. The same goes for love. If a woman, without any familial obligation gives me her time, friendship, and love freely, I know her as my sister. And, at least to me, no amount of time apart, no length of silence, no misunderstanding of words or actions, can eradicate the connection I have with her.
But sisterhood isn’t like a drug you can push. (I just used drug pushing as a metaphor, as if everyone is cool with drug pushing.) Just because my friend has a daughter the same age as mine doesn’t mean they’ll be friends; although they totally should be. (Just to clarify I’ve never pushed drugs on anyone.) I’ve already asked myself, what would I do if my daughter didn’t like my friend’s daughter? (At least, I don’t think I’ve pushed drugs on anybody.) Is there a bros-before-hoes ethos for best friends and children? (I have made my dog take drugs.) Maybe gals-before-playpals? (But they were prescribed by her vet, so I don’t think that counts.)
If you’ve ever been worried about this kind of situation, choosing between your friends and your kids, this Mommy Confessions is definitely for you.