Last night, we had our inaugural Road Widows meet-up in Nashville. There was only three of us this time (which I can understand given being the first one) but it was still simply amazing.
I left dinner feeling like I’d just hung out with women I’ve known for 20 years… when in reality I had only just met one of them and the other only once prior (outside of Twitter, that is.)
It was amazing to sit and talk with women living the same lifestyle you are. Women who GET missing your husband, but who also totally understand that speck of truth in the joke, “Isn’t it time for you to go back on the road yet?”
And yet… because all our husbands work for different artists, we also all have different experiences. I left with a deeper knowledge of things others go through. I hope that maybe (maybe) I gave a little insight on things we’ve been through as well.
In the same breath, both of the other women have children… something my husband and I don’t have yet. I listened with interest as they talked about things they’ve been through as, essentially, single mothers while their husbands are on the road.
I loved finding so many things in common and found myself wanting to high-five over the table when we’d hit on something so random and something anyone else would consider “silly” that we all agreed upon. I loved that no topic whatsoever was off-limits. The candid nature we could talk just filled my soul with something I didn’t even know I needed.
I can’t wait until the next meet-up. Perhaps more will come and maybe they too will leave with a new confidence and comfort… whether they know they needed it or not.