Let the ship sink

Friendships are like sailboats in the beginning. When we’re young and free and with each other everyday it’s so easy to love and connect and be one with each other day in and day out. The friendship soars across the waves effortlessly with no fuel necessary.

Into your 20s they become more like a speed boat. Still fast and comfortable and pretty easy to run. It does need fuel, the occasional text after a few days. Effort to stay connected in the busy lives we’ve created for ourselves.

But once you’re a mom, and those friends aren’t, that friendship becomes a vessel. Carrying so much love and history and respect but takes massive amounts of fuel and effort to run. And when your a mom, your fuel tank is already so low. All the time. If no one is coming to bring you fuel every once in a while, then maybe, unfortunately, it’s best to let the ship sink..

But somewhere along the line you’ll find another sailboat soaring by, another mom desperate to connect and have that true friendship feeling again. Someone who gets you. I’m looking for a sailboat in a vast ocean, but she’s out there. Maybe a whole flock of them. I know it. ⛵️🫶🏼