One morning last week I went to the post office to mail off some job applications for Joel (let's all cross our fingers for him). I had Chloe and Sophie with me, and although the line was short, it wasn't winning any awards for speed. Sophie was wearing a pair of her Princess shoes, since that is her footwear of choice these days, and sometimes arguing with her just isn't worth it.
Just ahead of us in line was another mom with two little girls of her own that looked just about exactly Chloe's and Sophie's ages. The mom noticed Sophia's shoes, and pointed out her own two-year old's brightly colored flip-flops, worn on the wrong feet and with socks. In January. We laughed about their headstrong, shoe-loving personalities and struck up a conversation. Turns out the older girl really was Chloe's age, and she had two older daughters that were right around Bria's age.
Meanwhile, the girls were starting to get over their shyness (at first they were just staring each other down, very interested, but too scared to say a word) and conversating with one another about the alphabet song. Then my newfound friend got called up in line and was gone before I could think about asking her for her phone number. Once she left, I regretted that I hadn't.
Turns out she must have felt the same way, because while I was buckling Sophia into her carseat, she showed up at my car and handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it. I gave her my own information and we talked a bit more. We live on opposite sides of town, but we do hope to get together soon to head to McDonald's for a play date. Nobody was happier about this new development than Chloe, who was already crying that she had made a new friend and didn't even know her name.
I have always felt that I struggle making new friends, but the older I get, and the more I realize that everyone else feels the same way, it has become much easier. I never would have thought in a million years that I'd be the type to strike up a conversation while waiting in line at the post office, much less make a friend.
I'm glad I've changed.