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On the Road of Life, Open Your Heart to Happy Accidents

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When you think about it, life is pretty crazy. There are so many twists and turns in our path – many of them things we never would have predicted in a million years! But it occurred to me last night that there is another beautiful thing about life. And that is, it seems to me, that even in the worst of times, somehow the right people to see you through it are put in your path. And that, my friends, is exactly how I feel about Emily and Cooper. They were put in my life at just the right time.

 

At the time, I was a stay-at-home mom to three kids. I’ll admit it, I was lonely. The economy was starting to tank, so we worried about that. But to keep my sanity, I crafted. And then I blogged about my crafts, because well, it beat talking to myself about them!  And there is only so much knitting talk my husband and children can take.

 

Through my blog, I discovered The Motherhood. It was love at first sight. I felt like I had found the perfect spot on the Internet for someone like me. And so I linked. I commented. My husband might say I became addicted. I was very happy.

 

Then, one day, I got an email from Cooper saying she wanted to talk. To me. I won’t lie. I totally geeked out. You would have thought, to hear me talk, the president himself had called and asked for a few moments of my time! Cooper and Emily invited me to help them out on the site. I still remember Cooper telling me to take some time to think about it, and in my head I was thinking, Um, yeah. No. I don’t need time. Of course I want to help! I consider that one of the smarter decisions in my life!

 

Since then, as The Motherhood has grown, so have my friendships with so many amazing people. The Motherhood is full of such amazing women I am honored to call friends. These friends have seen me, and continue to support me, through my worst days. Truly. Last spring, when I had to share with  Emily and Cooper that I had been diagnosed with breast cancer, they were there for me. And when I shared on the site my news, I felt like my Motherhood friends wrapped their arms around me and comforted me. I have been given love and strength from them. I have been showered with kindness. I have a place I can go and be completely myself and am accepted with wide open arms.

 

I can’t imagine life without The Motherhood in it. I am so thankful that Emily and Cooper not only shared a dream, but that they went out and worked hard to see it come true. That these two amazing women created a place where moms (and dads!) can come together – from celebrating life’s wonderful moments to getting support in darker moments, and of course all the myriad moments in between. I am not exaggerating when I say my life is richer, my heart is bigger, my soul is gentler and my world is bigger. All because Emily and Cooper had an incredible vision and made it come true.

Things Happen When You Get Out Of The House

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I once heard a wise saying: Things happen when you get out of the house. It’s simple, but it’s true: You’re a lot more likely to meet your neighbor if you’re in your front yard instead of your kitchen. You won’t meet the love of your life if you hunker down on your couch to watch reruns, but you might if you go to that party you were invited to. If you don’t go downtown, you won’t see the “Help Wanted” sign that leads you to your dream job. If you put yourself out there, you never know what might happen.

 

In 2005, I had two little kids, and I wasn’t getting out of the house (alone) nearly as much as I wanted to. I loved my kids, but I craved the company of like-minded moms. I had recently seen a link to a blog in one of my favorite magazines. I followed the link. I loved the blog. I started one of my own. As I wrote, I began to read. I played “blogscotch,” finding a blog I liked and then visiting blogs in that blog’s blogroll, and so on and so on. One day I saw a link to a blog called “Been There.” It was even better than I’d hoped—not one, but two women: smart, funny, sympathetic. They really had been where I was; they got it. Then came my “getting out of the house” moment. Instead of just reading, I left a comment.

 

Through that comment, one of the women, Cooper, found and commented on my blog. That reaching back was the start of an online friendship between me and Cooper and her co-blogger, Emily, too. They were the kind of mom, the kind of friend, that I wanted to be. And they made it feel like it was possible.

 

When Hurricane Katrina hit, I sent a check to the Red Cross. I sat in my house, wringing my hands, wishing there were more I could do. Cooper and Emily DID something. They started the “Been There Clearinghouse.” If someone who fled New Orleans needed a crib, or clothes, or anything, Cooper and Emily found a way to connect them with people who had those things to give away. If someone had something to offer, Cooper and Emily connected them with someone who needed it. Here I was just trying to get out of the house, for Pete’s sake; they were helping people who no longer had houses to get out of.

 

One day I got an e-mail from Emily: would I be willing to give her my phone number and actually talk on the phone? Of course, I said, despite my husband’s mutterings about Internet safety and his suspicions that “Cooper and Emily” was really an ex-con in a stained undershirt who lured unsuspecting suburban moms to his paneled basement lair. I gave my number, and soon I was hearing the real voices of these women I already loved and admired (or the surprisingly convincing voices of two women the ex-con had imprisoned in his basement as part of his diabolical plan).

 

It was really them, though—and they had a very non-diabolical plan of their own: a website for moms, a place to gather, share ideas, learn, talk, laugh, support each other, maybe even change the world. A virtual neighborhood—a Motherhood. It barely seemed possible to me; I mean, I was having a hard enough time getting the laundry done. Run a website? One that would really matter? Well, if anyone could do it, my money would have been on Emily and Cooper. I listened to them, laughing with delight and anticipation as they talked about their plans. Did I want in, to participate in some way? Of course I did. Who wouldn’t?

 

The Motherhood has been a lot of different things to me, just as “real life” friendships are. I have to put that phrase in quotes, because the friendships I’ve developed with Cooper and Emily and other women through the Motherhood are no less real or substantive than the friendship I have with my neighbor across the street.

 

Whether I was feeling grateful, fearful or hopeful, the Motherhood gave me a place to share. If I was in a valley and cried out, other voices, kinder ones, echoed back at me. When I decided I wanted to donate diapers to a local clinic for homeless women and their children, the Motherhood encouraged me (and Cooper and Emily were the first to send diapers—big boxes of them!). After almost seven years of being a stay-at-home mom, I decided to start my own family law practice. On the days I doubted I could do it, guess where some of my best encouragement came from? I had a Motherhood behind me, believing in me. So I believed in myself. The practice flourished, so much so that I was too exhausted at night to get online much. When I did make it to The Motherhood, the welcome was always warm. And when I had to close my practice so my husband could take a new job out of state, The Motherhood provided a place to voice my excitement at a new adventure, and the grief of leaving home.

 

Who would have thought all of that could spring from one little comment on a blog? I stepped outside of my “house,” my comfort zone, that day, and talked to a “stranger,” and things did indeed happen: I found new friends and a place that still feels like home.