When your Best Friend Becomes a Mother

It is a beautiful feeling, to go through the different stages of life with someone in parallel; going through the big changes, and seeing each other grow and become different people. This is, what I think is the most beautiful thing about friendship. How beautiful is it to see, the person you’ve grown with, become a mother?

An episode of ‘How I Met your Mother’ points this out. In season 7, when a character of the series becomes a mother, Ted, the main protagonist says that it is something you will remember when your friend becomes a mom: the stupid things they did, the wild moments they had, and then you will realize that person is a mom, now. It’s a complete contrast, to be honest, one that you replay time and again in your head.

So, when my bro called me up to meet for coffee and we were catching up, she had this sly, exciting look on her face as she revealed the big news to me. I was beyond happy for her as we held each other’s hands and look at each other in joy.

Of course, I anticipated what she would go through, the emotions she would feel, the changes she would feel. You’ve only heard about this transformation from your elders, your parents, or perhaps your siblings at the most. The cravings, the uncomfortableness, the dislikes, the weight gain, and through it all there is one single truth, a beautiful truth, that your life is about to be changed forever. It’s different when you see your best friend go through this journey. You see all their fears, their doubts, their wonders, their cautions, their longings and yet you see their belief to hold in hand soon, a little person that is half them and half their partner.

You will truly see how brave they are, how persistent they are, you will see a side of them that you never even knew they had. And through all this, you will feel immensely proud of them; a pride that cannot be put forward in words and yet glistens in your eyes when she holds her baby in her arms.

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