Mostly because I didn’t want to go alone, I called my friend Sarah and begged a ride to our ward Relief Society Party. “I don’t think so,” she replied, “my family is in such an uproar right now it will make me feel guilty. Those parties are for happy, shiny people.”
I heard her, I understood completely. But it made me sad.
Here’s the irony– Sarah would absolutely be classified as the perfect Mormon mommy. Slim and blonde, with six cute kids and an adoring husband, she’s always part of a presidency, always carrying a casserole to the neighbors.
If she doesn’t feel like she belongs, who does?