My husband and I lived in our South Charlotte neighborhood for about a year before we had any meaningful interaction with our neighbors. Then one weekend, I showed up to the pool sporting 38 weeks of pregnancy. Suddenly I was the new neighbor to meet.
When you enter motherhood, you’re instantly baptized into a cult, or mafia family. Having a new baby placed in your arms is your ceremonial oath, and once you’re in, there’s no getting out.