I’ve talked a fair amount about my “village” here — the people who help me raise my kids, from both near and afar, particularly my closest mom friends. There’s Emma + Egon, our BFF’s who live in our neighborhood and are a vital part of our everyday lives here in Brooklyn, and there are Dre and Amber, who both live in Maryland but are still a part of my everyday life… via text message.
Ah, modern motherhood.
This is a pretty typical exchange, most likely sent late in the evening once the rest of the troops have gone down for the night:
Amber: We are three hot messes.
Me: For realz.
Amber: Only one solution. More Oreos.
Me: I ate my last two tonight and have moved on to wine.
Amber: Brownies and champagne for me. And I bought ice cream sandwiches tonight.
Dre: I want Oreos. We don’t have any brownies or champagne.
Me: Now I’ve moved on to Hershey kisses.
Dre: We don’t have chocolate. What kind of family are we? It’s un-American to not have chocolate.
Dre: Btw, we are the best mothers ever.
Dre: I’m pretty sure the three of us should co-author a book on being awesome.
Dre: Or virtual villages. Our husbands are alive today because of unlimited texting.