Christina Montoya Fiedler: Dear Cool Mommy,
I knew when I saw you that we were perfect for each other. Your child mirrored mine -- with two mismatched socks, unkempt hair, and the familiar scent of Cheerios dust about his person. We were in Mommy and Me music class together, and we knew our kids were there to have fun, not to look fashionable, like all the other mini L.A. socialites amongst us.
And you. You were glorious in your sweats, clutching your Diet Coke, all but making fun of the mom next to you wearing heels and sporting a couture outfit. A woman after my own heart. You leaned over with a sarcastic remark and whispered, "We're here to sing 'The Wheels on the Bus,' not 'Wheels on the Porsche.'" Ah, cynicism: a required trait for all new moms ... that builds slowly with each sleepless night. You again made me feel like we were meant to be.
You had your iPod with you, and I casually peeked over your shoulder at the playlist. Yep. Musically compatible. Could it be that you think "Mad Men" is the best show around, keep up on your current events despite your busy schedule, and enjoy time out with your girlfriends as much as you enjoy time in with your family? If so, sign me up for your buddy list.
There's one thing I learned over the 15 months I've been a mother. Cool mommy friends are hard to come by. You either get a mommy who can't stop talking about the color of her kid's poop for two seconds long enough for you to get a word in, or you get a mom that wishes she didn't have kids and can't shut up about her club-hopping yesteryears. Ugh. You see, cool mommy, you are my middle ground.
Could we be friends?
|Christina Montoya Fiedler resides in Los Angeles, CA, with husband Andy and her son Joseph. She juggles baby and work from home as a freelance publicist and attributes her strong love for life and sense of humor to her loving familia.|