I had the best girl sessions this afternoon and evening.
And I mean that in the most loving, nurturing, funny, compassionate and fulfilling way… not in a girl-sesh lesbian way. 😆
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
The girls who made the second half of my day great did it naturally, casually, without great parade or gusto… it just came so easily to them.
It came so easily, because they were just being, them. And by being them, their presence immediately made me feel at home.
The first girl I had the pleasure of spending quality time with was my own one…
After school finished, baby girl and I took our coffee break to the balcony upstairs. When she decided to forego the chairs, I followed suit, and we sat on the panelled floor together. The entire afternoon we just chilled… looked at photos together… she drew and I read… we talked… and when I was getting ready for the second part of my evening, I put pink lipstick on her. 💄👄
Our afternoon together filled my soul. 🥰
But that wasn’t the end of it, not by a long shot. I caught up with my high school besties for dinner at a European restaurant, and I went from coffee at home with my girl…
… to Turkish coffee with my girls, at a Turkish restaurant, of course.
(Can anyone read this coffee for me? 😉)
A day that had started with me going all Mama-bear and “grrr!” at the perceived threat to my baby girl at school that morning from another not very nice girl, and then dealing with the subsequent rage and physical emotions of not knowing how to help her and driving myself MAD over it, well, it ended with a total 180 shift.
Fun. Frivolity. Laughter. D&Ms. Serious words. Thought-provoking statements. Gasps! It happened with all my girls today, and it made me so much more appreciative of the women in my life, and what they bring to me, all the time.
We need women in our life. We need them in the form of our Mothers and Sisters, Daughters and Grandmas, Cousins and…
Friends. Let’s never forget friends.
Gather as many of these women as you can, and keep them in your tribe for moments when you need help, inspiration, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to laugh yourself silly with when the token belly dancer decides to shake her finely toned booty near your face.
Yes. Let’s hear it for ALL the girls. 👭👭