I was the oldest of five and the only girl. We had moved around a lot while I growing up. I was always so insecure - not the girl that had a million friends. I was the one that had one really good friend most of the time.
I needed a good friend now that was a mom. I knew how to change diapers and mash bananas, but I didn't know what to do when the nine month old began to have an opinion about something. I needed someone to share my joys of being a mom with. Someone who identified.
God gave me Rynnie. Rynnie and her family were a part of our church. They had a little boy, six months older than ours. Rynnie wasn't much further ahead of me in this mom thing, but she was my complete opposite. She handled every situation differently than I would. She was relaxed and laid back when it came to messes. She "oo-ed" and "ah-ed" over every cute little things our boys would do. She affirmed me, and my son.
Those were the good 'ol days. We were both stay at home moms. We were both one car families. We would talk on the phone 4 or 5 times a day. "Guess what Clayton just did?" "You're not going to believe what Zane just said!" Occasionally, one of us would get up before the rooster and take our husband to work, so we could have a car for the day and actually hang out. Those days were like heaven...a breath of fresh air that would lift my spirits enough to know that I could make it in our little mobile home by myself for another week.
Rynnie taught me to make homemade baby wipes and corn casserole. She taught me to let me kids play in the mud. Oh boy, do I wish I had a scanner to share some pictures!
We would pray together, share God's Word to each other, watch each others' babies, hand down clothes, do meals together, and serve at church together.
I needed Rynnie's perspective, and I'd like to think she needed mine. God put us together to strengthen each other and lighten each others' load?
Do you have a friend like that in your life? Are you that friend to anyone else?
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