on thin ice

Spent the morning sledding with the kids on a very fine dusting of snow; underneath was hard packed ice and snow, but the kids were having a blast skidding over the small bumps and jumps on their magic carpets. Had some mummy chats since the entire park was filled with mums (no dads on a Monday in suburbia) and found myself, once again, rethinking my relatioship with women. Used to be that I prided myself on not having much of a relationship with women. I always professed that my best frinds were men - that men were more fun and that the drama that goes along with women wasn't worth it. Also, in my opinion, women talk too much and whine and manipulate and exclude...they are more difficult in general. But now, I wonder, where I would be without women to confide in? My experience as a mother and a wife is only understood completely by other women. When I say to a female friend that I love my life but then complin about it in the same breath, she understands. Men and women. I used to think that we were not so different. I used to think that we were equal. Now, on a good day, I see that we have complimentary strengths and weaknesses, I see that we truly are so different and unable to ever truly comprehend the experience of the opposite sex. On a bad day, I see that women could get along just fine without men. But then, who would we flirt with :)