We may have different interests and hobbies, but one thing will always bond us together…motherhood.

Once we become mothers, our lives change forever. We are issued an imaginative membership card to a club we didn’t know existed. A club with no meetings where dues are paid in full. Not with money, but with staying up late when our children are sick, and with the knowledge that we will worry for a lifetime.

I found this to be true during our fall break, while at SeaWorld. Hayden wanted to crawl around in a gigantic tube-like jungle gym that stood several stories high. (Think Chick-Fil-A, times twelve.) The signs warned that there were many exits to the contraption, and to agree on a meeting place with your children. Worried about his safety, I decided the only way I would be able to keep track of my stubborn 3-year-old was to go with him.

Parents were welcome, though I soon discovered the never-ending tubes were not designed for us as we crawled on hands and knees. Hayden shouted “this is awesome!” and I repeatedly scraped my back as I maneuvered the maze and wondered when I would once again be able to stand upright.

Just when I was feeling silly, I came face-to-face with another mother, and it was apparent she was doing the same thing.

We both laughed, and she said, “The things we do for our kids.”

Spoken like a true club member.