“Did I forget something?” I found myself muttering as I packed for a recent getaway with the girls. It felt oddly simple, almost boring, to be packing just for myself. Gone were the days of double-checking a long list filled with diapers and tiny shoes. This suitcase was mine and mine alone.
It all started nineteen years ago at Maplewood University. I met two of my future sisters, Emma and Mia. Emma was my randomly assigned roommate in an all-girls dorm, while Mia lived in a nearby building. Despite our different living situations, we bonded quickly and eventually shared a home for the latter half of our college years.
Throughout the years, we made a pact to prioritize our friendship, no matter where life took us. For almost two decades, we’ve kept that promise. Our reunions are more than just casual meet-ups or vacations; they are a chance to escape the demands of motherhood, allowing us to reconnect with our true selves and celebrate life together. Though we grew up without sisters, we became each other’s in adulthood.
Now spread across New York, Pennsylvania, and Florida, we manage to reunite at least once a year. This was much easier during life’s milestones like weddings and baby showers, but as time goes on, coordinating our schedules has become trickier. However, when we do manage to come together, it feels as if we can take on the world.
When we’re reunited, laughter is our constant companion. There are no piles of laundry looming over us, no children crying at our feet; we embrace a brief escape from the responsibilities of motherhood. These women are more than just friends; they are essential to my life. They lift me up, even on my worst days. Our group chat is filled with humor that could rival a sitcom, and we never judge each other for our choices as mothers or as individuals.
They were there for me during my darkest moments, showing up on my doorstep when my father passed away, ready to support me in any way I needed. They are my go-to for a comforting glass of wine after a tough day or a much-needed cup of coffee to start the day right.
Perhaps the universe brought us together because we complement each other so well. Late-night conversations in comfy clothes, sharing secrets and life’s trials, help us remember our younger selves. We celebrate the women and mothers we’ve become while allowing our past selves to shine in pretty outfits and makeup—only to leave those behind when we return to our responsibilities.
Every woman needs time away with friends, those “sisters” who understand the journey of motherhood before facing reality again. These are my sisters, my unwavering support system, and the friends I hold dear to my heart. “Did I forget something?” Nope!
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In summary, the bonds formed in college can evolve into deep sisterhoods that provide essential support throughout life’s challenges. These relationships remind us of who we are beyond motherhood and help us navigate our journeys together.