The Farm Wife Sagas

Have you ever noticed how hard it is to make friends once you’re an adult?

Like—when did “Wanna come hang out?” turn into a 14-step scheduling process involving group texts, calendar syncing, and at least two rain checks? Somehow, we went from spontaneous sleepovers to trying to squeeze in quality time between naptime, supper, and the 87 other things we juggle every day.

And if you’re like me, you’re trying to spend time with your friends and your kid at the same time—usually with a toddler hanging off your leg or chiming in mid-conversation about snacks or stickers.

Meanwhile, I watch VJ effortlessly make friends everywhere she goes. She’s one of the youngest at her dance studio, but that doesn’t stop her from having a whole crew. Preschool? She’s got a fan club. Church? Instant buddies. And don’t even get me started on the kids of our friends—they’re besties within five minutes and planning their weddings by snack time.

Sometimes, I catch myself feeling a little envious of her social butterfly energy. She dives headfirst into friendships like it’s the easiest thing in the world. And then I stop and laugh—because she is just a little me. That outgoing, big-hearted, never-met-a-stranger spirit? Yeah… she got it honest.

But still, adult friendships take effort. They take vulnerability, intentionality, and honestly? A shared understanding that sometimes plans will be canceled because the toddler didn’t nap—or because something came up on the farm that takes precedence over a much-needed vent session.

The good news? When you find those people—the ones who get your chaos and bring their own with a smile—it’s worth every awkward “We should totally get together!” that actually turns into a standing playdate, a soul-saving mom chat, or a text thread that keeps you sane.

The truth is, some of my mama friends have been the absolute best part of navigating this crazy life called parenthood. Not to say my frienamily who aren’t in the mom stage yet (you know who you are 😜) aren’t just as important—because VJ wouldn’t know what to do without her extra “aunts” who spoil her like she’s their own (even if I am silently praying she’s not scaring them off on her feral days).

But sometimes, it’s just easier to vent, sip wine (or energy drinks), and let the kids run wild while we sneak in some girl talk, gossip, and general complaining. It’s not always birth stories, diaper rants, or marriage gripes—sometimes it’s just connection.

So here’s to the mama friends—new ones, old ones, and the ones we haven’t met yet at dance, church, or the next trip to Tractor Supply. And if you’re needing a friend? Take VJ’s approach: just ask! My go-to tagline is “We need to get the kiddos together! Let’s plan a date!”

I mean, I do have a fenced-in yard, a playset, and farm animals—what more could a playdate ask for?

Here’s to raising kids who make friends easily… and remind us that we once did too.