Mama Wears Her Coffee | Every Woman Needs a Tribe
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Every Woman Needs a Tribe


It has been so heavy on my heart lately to talk about the importance of having a tribe. You guys, there is no way in the world that I would be able to make it without mine. While yes, our husbands and families should and do come first, we also need a tribe of close friends that we can truly depend on for anything & everything. Your people. The people who are always in your corner.

It takes a village to raise a child. However, every woman, wife, and mom needs a village, too. A tribe.

These are the people that secretly go behind your back and intervene when you have been working too much & pick up your kids & feed them McDonalds for dinner just so you can get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. These are the people who gladly watch your kids so you can finally go on a hot date with your husband. They are the ones that you sit on the phone and talk to in the car for an extra 45 minutes after you pull into your driveway. They are the ones you meet for dinner & happy hour & ice cream because periods suck. They throw you bachelorette parties + baby showers + celebrate every single birthday (complete with your favorite cupcakes) with you. They are the ones that you go on road trips with to country music concerts, to New Orleans + Chicago + Hawaii, and out of state to support their husbands family. They are the ones that you lay around in yoga pants with and talk into the wee hours of the night about absolutely anything and everything. They willingly pick up your kids from school when needed with no questions asked and are even listed on your emergency contact forms. They are the ones you have sleepovers with in your 30’s and watch Fuller House & play Cards Against Humanity with. They have quite literally picked you up when you fall from having too many glasses of wine.

They are the ones that you send random pictures of outfits to when getting dressed in the morning so you don’t show up looking like an idiot. They are the ones who tell you the truth on whether you either look ridiculous or if you are being ridiculous. They are the ones who blow up your phone in a running group message on Facebook and send you a million GIF’s a day. They are the ones that you are prepared to call in the middle of the night when you go into labor.  They are the ones you call crying when your marriage is struggling & you’ve had the 928th fight with your husband and you can’t even find the words to say. They are the ones you call when you can’t decide if you should take your kids into the emergency room or wait it out. They are the ones who know all about your husband, your kids, and your family and genuinely care about all of them. They push you when you need it and always support your goals and dreams. These are the women that love you for you, never judge, and are always there for you no matter what.

I know that I’m not the only hot mess of a woman, wife, and mom. It is so important that as women we have other women to do life with. To do real life with. People who walk through the highs and most importantly the lows with us. People who really know who we are at our core and who know our heart. People who love you through your hard times, who rejoice with you when things are good, and who constantly show up with a smile & glass of wine when you need it most. People who have been there & who aren’t going anywhere. Who is in your tribe? Who could you reach out to? Meet them for coffee. Have them over for wine. Sit in the car at McDonalds while the kids play in the back and have fries & Coke. Whatever you have to do, do it. It is so important to make those friendships a priority. We can’t pour into our marriages and kids when our cups are empty. Life is so much fuller when you have a tribe to do life with. It takes a village to raise a child, but it also takes a village to raise a woman.


Seven years ago a bunch of us started meeting for dinner once a month at a different location around the Cities. At the time I hardly knew any of them & we started affectionately calling our dinners East Side Supper Club (ESSC). Seven years later I am so thankful for those dinners that turned into beautiful friendships with my tribe. My people. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Love you, friends.


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