The Sweetness of Systergy
There are so many wonderful women in my life that I suppose I sometimes take them for granted. Which is why I think I had the dream I had this week. Here's the redux. A group of women I'm friendly with, all of whom have children my daughter's age, had organized a playdate, one to which all of the mothers and daughters were invited, except my daughter and me. I was devastated at having being excluded, and needed to tell someone. But when I sought out those who were mother figures in whom I hoped to confide my grief, each was genuinely concerned and caring for about five minutes, and then had to run off, being 'late for a very important date'. And so the devastation continued.