Monday night I was invited, or maybe I just crashed, a mom's night out with the Catholic Homeschool group I found on the web. The members are from several different parishes here in the South Sound, but they meet at our church.
It was an enjoyable evening. The ladies were very welcoming, and full of information about homeschooling here in Washington State. There were no other military families, which is a plus and a minus. Plus, they don't move all the time. These ladies have grown up here, so they really know the area. They are a wealth of information. Minus, sometimes non-military people don't "get" our life.
More than that, sometimes they don't like to invest in friendships with us. I hope these families like us, mostly for my children. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have friends. Right now though I'm more concerned about The General and Princess. Not having friends is hard for little people used to walking out the door to a neighborhood filled with children.
The really funny thing is this. When I am out with my children, yes the whopping three of them, I get comments about how many children I have. It seems anything over two is crazy these days. Well, we are by far the smallest family in this new group. Most of the families had around 8 children, with one having 14! Almost all of them had kiddos The General, Princess & Bubby's age. If they like us, we are going to have a really good time! Oh, I hope they like us. . .
Maybe a better phrase would be, "I hope we have enough in common to become great friends." I'm finding the longer we do this moving thing, the less I am enjoying making friends. It's not that I don't enjoy getting to know people. It is just that I am not done with my old friends yet. I long to spend more time with them. I miss the history I have with people we've been stationed with. You know the ones who watch your children, while you are in the hospital? The ones that you cling to in times of crisis? Yes, I miss those people.