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Girl Tribe

Can we get serious for one second? How on God's green Earth do women survive without a girl tribe? I'm serious. How?

I ask because I have no idea how I'd survive without mine.

Let me tell y'all about mine. I have created this family of friends who would literally kill for me - but luckily the extent of my requests is needing childcare... But I don't doubt for one second they would hesitate to help me out in burying a body. Kidding. Kinda...

So, hi! I'm a coach's wife. Some folks call us football widows. Some folks refer to this period as 'single parenting'. Well, for along time both of those terms felt really wrong.. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Coach would prefer to be home, parenting to his own kid versus 100+ kids, whom he loves dearly. Don't get me wrong, Coach would sacrifice everything for these young men. I know it. He knows it. They know it. But I am, generally speaking, the sole disciplinarian, playmate, chef, etc to our kid. It is what it is.

Often, new coach's wives ask how the veteran wives make a family work (I'm dying that we've been together long enough for me to to consider myself a veteran coach's wife). The answer is having a tribe. It might be family close by. It might be other coach's wives in the same life space. It may be neighbors who don't have anything in common with you, outside of loving you fiercely.

One of my strengths is making friends. So much so, that most of the individuals in my tribe really didn't care for me initially - can you imagine?  Thank God they changed their minds.

Coach affectionately refers to them as my "babysitters". I have a tribe of women, who allow me to catch a couple workouts without my hooligan. They consult Coach's football schedule for 6 months and suggest we have 'girls night' at our house, or let my tiny tornado sleep in their spare bedroom. These chicks volunteer to watch the kid so Coach and I can grab a taco without being covered in queso by the end of dinner. This girl tribe makes my world go 'round.

This isn't specific to coaching families, although that's the life I know. If you find yourself desperate for family close, friends who would do anything at all for you, build you a tribe. It's one of the biggest blessings of my life.

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