Once upon a time, a new mom moved to suburbia with her husband and new baby. She was used to working and adjusting as best as she could to being a stay at home mom. She began to feel twinges of loneliness and boredom. The only problem was that she didn’t think she should be feeling these emotions. She had always wanted a baby; and it seemed the right thing to do to stay home her little one.
Some time passed and she knew there were other young moms in her neighborhood. She saw them walking with their strollers. She wondered if they were thinking and feeling the same conflicting emotions. She wanted to go to a playgroup, but how do you find one?
She decided to see if any of her neighbors would be interested. She planned a meet and greet at her house. She typed, printed, and hand delivered some fliers. Then she waited. Would anybody come? She hoped so. The morning of the meet and greet dawned. She had coffee and juice ready. The doorbell started ringing and she met women who would become some of the dearest friends she had ever had.
This group had so much fun they decided to meet every week. The next thing she knew, her baby was a teenager. Her playgroup had grown and included new friends. The only thing was, the kids didn’t need that particular networking tool anymore. So, the name playgroup became obsolete. Along the way, the friends wanted a new name. They thought they were hip. Their kids weren’t old enough to tell them otherwise. After much discussion, the name Hippie Chicks was chosen!
Clearly, this is not a fairy tale. It is a story of a young woman who saw a need and acted on it. She formulated and executed a plan. She put together a team and helped to nurture that team. That team nurtured her right back. Does she sound like somebody you would want on your team? I sure am glad she is on mine! Lisa, get your writing tools out. I’m waiting for your guest post! If this story sounds good to you, get out there and find your group. They are waiting!