The Welcoming Committee

by Alison Bucalo

Every time I meet a new mom I want to be friends with, I start rambling incoherently and make the worst first impression possible. And when I meet a mom who is infinitely cooler than I am? I say even dumber things. Despite my best intentions, I’m always putting my foot in my mouth. But our mom BFFs love us in spite of ourselves, and we’re lucky to have them.