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<a href="http://blessingsofaworkingmom.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/sex-and-the-city.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-41" alt="sex and the city" src="http://blessingsofaworkingmom.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/sex-and-the-city-300x258.jpg" width="300" height="258" /></a>A couple of days after writing my first blog, I was channel surfing and came across a marathon of <em>Sex and the City</em>. They were airing the pilot episode and I had a crazy thought---what if I could be the next Carrie Bradshaw? She was a successful columnist who made a living by sharing her pithy insights---Then, I wondered, would a mommy blog ever get the same traction as a sex column...HMMM Manolo Blahniks vs. the Bugaboo? Are we not the same women who watched that show? Perhaps, we are wiser.  Manolos are easy but relationships are more complicated. So, too, with the Bugaboo-the perfect stroller is one thing, the perfect family another.

I started to wonder-Where is <em>Sex and the City</em> for the forty-something crowd? I don't mean the sexual escapades-I mean the raw friendships of Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte. These women told the truth and accepted each other. Do we have to give up our friendships to join the carpool line? The dirty truth is we have limited, to no time, to spend with our friends. I call it the oasis moments. One, good lunch or dinner with the girls can undo the stress of visits to the doctor, trips to the grocery and school projects. We no longer laugh (or cry) about our last date or break-up, we talk about the schools, our careers and our lives--our hopes and fears. We leave knowing we are not alone, our kid is not "weird" and our husbands are pretty good guys. I am waiting to see this on TV. I want my daughters to know that while Manolos and Bugaboos are exciting, they are not all we are talking about.