A nearby friend recently posted something on Facebook , a personal ad of sorts, which included…
Seeking friends to:
- go on hikes
- talk about books
- go to the occasional chick-flick matinee
- plan how we might help victims of the recent fires and floods
- have conversations about how we might make the world a better place
Reading it at my desk, I wanted to raise my hand and shout, “ME! Pick me!” Except for one small problem: She’d labeled her request:
Seeking Mom Friends
I would love to do all of the activities on her list with her, and the great irony of being excluded from her search is that I—unlike her friends who are moms, who she complained were bailing on her because they are too busy with their kids—I have the time and energy to do them with her.
For about a minute I thought about replying anyway and suggesting that maybe a renewed friendship with me was worth nurturing. But then I read further down the list about how she also wants to talk about mom stuff with these friends.
You know what, she’s on her own.
Kathleen Guthrie Woods is mostly at peace with her childless status.