You know, sometimes being a mom is just downright magical. Picture it, a Friday evening in June near downtown Washington, DC. 50ish beautiful African American moms and their children stroll onto the waterfront wearing all white, turning heads and leaving folks with questioning yet admiring eyes.
The night before I was nervous. I have actually never been to an all white event. I’ve always opted not to go because honestly, me, in white? Are you out of your mind? Just give me 2 minutes and I’m guaranteed to add a little spice to that white, usually in the form of sauce or marker. So I was stressed all the way out trying to figure out what to wear. I settled on an off the shoulder white shirt from Boohoo and white jeans from old navy. I was headed to a mommy and me playdate with Johanna. I try to go out on dates with her from time to time, just the two of us, like it used to be. And I was super geeked because District Motherhued was having their first ever Mommy en Blanc event.
I had been sitting back and watching District Motherhued for a few months. Looking at the events and seeing if the bonds were real. In May I had just decided that yes, they were, and the events looked amazing! I had to be apart of it! So I was super geeked when they announced Mommy en Blanc! Mommy en Blanc is a play on Diner en Blanc, but it is much more relaxed. However, the heart of it remained the same. The location was a secret, you had to wear all white, and you had to bring your meal. And it was beautiful.
We elegantly stormed onto Yards Park on the waterfront with our kids strolling beside us. Some of us pushed strollers to our destination. No, seriously, it looked like a whole sea of strollers. I loved it! We took our places on the grass to listen to a live jazz band, enjoy our vittles, and get to know other mom’s. The kids got their faces paint, played with their balloon art, while the adults enjoyed a glass of wine and a cupcake or two.
I honestly was shocked at how quickly I bonded with other moms. It was a breath of fresh air to be apart of a group that made you feel like you were one of them. And it’s because I was. Motherhood was our bond. NO matter what our background was, we all connected as moms and it was simply delightful.