I’m a huge fan of TLC’s hit show, Sister Wives. It’s a reality show that follows the lives of husband, Kody Brown, his four wives, (Mary, Janelle, Christine, and Robyn) and their combined 16 children.
My friends think my fascination with the show pushes me a little off my rocker and don’t find it so captivating. My husband scoffs when he comes down the stairs and finds me glued to the polygamist drama. He would never admit to it, but when something peaks his auditory interest, he frequently peeks from behind his newspaper to watch.
The Brown family publicly broadcasts their unconventional family system every Sunday night. And as much as a one-husband-to-four-wives ratio seems abnormal, they seem healthy and normal. Honestly, I find them endearing.
The concept of life with sister wives intrigues me.
I could never share my husband with another woman; even on a night when every word from his mouth is agitating or his snoring makes me wants to pinch his nose or stick a pillow on his face. The mere thought of him sharing a bed with another woman, increases my heart rate and sends me into crazy jealous, anger mode.
On the contrary, a few extra women around to help with day-to-day demands sounds synonymous with awesome!
This week I managed to pull off a sister wives scene of my own and not share my husband.
I have a close-knit group of friends who work at home with children at or around the same age as mine. Our husbands work long hours, leaving us as the primary caretakers and managers of our homes.
I share a great deal of time with these women. They know me better than I know myself some days. I can call them day or night and be myself. No drama. No facades.
Today was a quintessential display of how our group operates. One friend is pregnant with her fourth child and needed a few walls painted in her home. So the other three moms arrived (kids in tow) to get the job done. In a matter of hours, we managed to paint a bathroom and a large accent wall, while simultaneously parenting eight children under the age of six.
Crazy. But also crazy fun. We laugh. A lot.
On my way home, I couldn’t help but draw the parallels between my fabulous friends and Sister Wives. These women provide me with built in parenting support, enduring friendship, and constant encouragement.
I’ve decided to coin these women my Sister Moms. (They are rolling their eyes right about now).
I won’t share my husband; but I would share this marathon of mothering with these sisters any day.