Smelly Socks: How it all began
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True friendships begin with a special bond between two people. So our sisterhood began with two girls, two very different girls, stuck on a cruise ship with our parents.
Both of our parents were celebrating their 25th anniversaries and we were just along for the ride. Our families were complete strangers assigned onboard dinner seating. Everyday for a week we ate dinner with each other. Of course, after our very first meal together, we became fast friends and our sisterhood began.
We have gone from giggling teenage girls to wives and mothers. Together, we have experienced birthdays, lost loves, college, job successes and setbacks, engagements, weddings, houses, infertility and the greatest adventure of all - motherhood.
Our lives intersect on every level, yet we live vastly different lives. Anita is a born and bred city girl stuck in the suburbs. She is blessed with two fabulous little boys, a loving husband and one sweet male dog, Linus.
Johanna lives on a ranch with horses, cows, another set of fabulous boys, another loving husband and several sweet male dogs. With all of this "male-ness" surrounding us daily, we have leaned on each other even more to make sense of the everyday boy things.
While being blessed with wonderful families, we realize that only girlfriends can truly understand the obstacles of living in this male dominated world. So, we rely on each other as sisters. We get together whenever we can to hash things out.
We've tackled many obstacles together, laughing and sometimes crying our way through it. From the quick effective way to change a diaper without the yellow rainstorm, to potty training woes of "why can't they get this aiming thing down?"
Through frustrations from picky eaters to their innate fascination with anything that has wheels to bodily functions, boys definitely know how to mix things up.
There is nothing that we don't talk about, much to our husbands' dismay. Even when there seems to be nothing else to say, we say it anyway. We are never at a loss for words.
If you have never had this close of a friend or sister, allow us to become that to you. Get yourself a cup of tea, a comfy chair and relax.
If you are fortunate to have a ton of girlfriends and support, then this column will be bring back memories of coping with motherhood, wifehood and, ultimately, sisterhood.
Email Johanna Bloom or Anita Spisak at firstname.lastname@example.org.