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The Moms at the Bus Stop

Captain Fun and I have moved many times since we got married in 1986.  I have said it before: I don't mind moving.  I like seeing new places and meeting new people.  The diversity of the different regions of the country intrigues me.

Sometimes, unlike myself, the women are reserved. It takes me a while to convince them to be my friend, but I usually find a way. I am needy like that. Once in a while, though, I meet such a friendly group of women, I know I will never forget them.  Meet The Moms at the Bus Stop.

Rarely have I had a warmer welcome than The Moms at the Bus Stop have offered me.  From our first introduction, these moms were as warm as the springtime in the south.  

About fifteen kids and six moms gather every morning.  From our first introduction, they took me in.  Sometimes, especially when I am in my "I'm new here and I need a friend" mode, I can come on too strong.  First of all, I talk too much.  And I might have half a dozen kids with me at any given time. Then add to that the fact that I could easily pass for Hope's grandmother.  Well, sometimes, folks just don't quite get me.

But The Moms at the Bus Stop were unfazed.  "Welcome to Virginia!" I heard repeatedly on the first day of school.  They told me to put their cell phone numbers in my contacts, then begged me to call them for any other help I might need.  And ever since then they have been showing up at my door with food, hand me downs, and all sorts of information "just in case". 

The Moms at the Bus Stop are generous.  I've gladly received car seats, baby bouncers, clothes and, just last week, a stroller.  And whether I need a pediatrician, a soccer team or the best consignment shop, the Moms at the Bus Stop point me in the right direction.  "Everything I ever needed to know, I learned at the bus stop," a friend of mine joked recently.

The Moms at the Bus Stop embrace motherhood in a way that is refreshing. They are room mothers, troop leaders and car pool drivers.  And just this morning they informed me that on the last day of school we will greet the kids with Popsicles and silly string as they get off the bus.  Then it's off to a neighborhood pool party. Why am I not surprised? 

But my favorite thing about them is that they are never in a hurry.  Once the bus pulls away (and they all stay until it does), it is not uncommon for us to chat for another 20 minutes.  Always about the kids, of course. 

I have been raising children for twenty-six years, and have often been isolated in my role as a mom.  It has been good to have company, community, camaraderie with these very warm women.
Next year I will be standing at another bus stop, as our family will be purchasing a nearby home this summer. (But that's a blog for another day.) 

Thank you, Moms at the Bus Stop. I will miss your smiling faces every morning and afternoon   If every group of women were as friendly as you, every mom would find all the support she needs in this complicated job of motherhood. 

And don't be surprised if I still show up at 9:00 a.m. once in a while. I'm needy that way, you know. 

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Tammie McCauley on Tuesday, June 11, 2013 1:40 PM
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