But most often those moments pass and I forget what I learned or what moved my heart.
Inspiration that sticks with me is what – or who –I see daily.
Like my mom friend who meets me each week at the pool. We sit with our feet dangling in the water, admiring how much our kids have improved at swimming. We chat and laugh and declare each other the funniest people ever. Because we are.
Or the mom I sit with as we watch our sons play football. When my son gets hit in the face with a football and is weepy the rest of practice, she empathizes with me as I debate if I should pull him off the field or let him tough it out.
The mom who shares her real thoughts with me. Things that are hard about life.
The moms I see every day as we pick up our kids from school. We stand and chat. Sometimes about everything and sometimes about nothing. Rain or shine. In sweats or in nice clothes. Grumpy or happy. We always show up to pick up our kids.
My mom friend who comes up with amazing plays for our kids to perform at school. She shares her talent so freely.
My mom friend who was widowed way too young. Every time I communicate with her, I think that I need to make sure to encourage her, but she always ends up encouraging me. Her faith, resilience and ability to press on despite her pain move my heart.
My mom friends who have gone back to school. What a hard and busy time to go back to school, yet they bravely do.
My mom friend who entered part of her novel into a contest and won. She has three editors asking to see the full manuscript. She inspires me by following her dreams despite the chaos of raising three kids.
My mom friend who walked away from an impressive career because she found it to be soul-killing.