Enjoying unexpected bonding moments
A bonding moment can happen anytime, anywhere.
I was at a local woman’s club meeting the other day when this occurred to me.
I was talking to a club member at that in-between point of the gathering — post-lunch but pre-program and business session.
As we were chatting, I was admiring her necklaces, even more so when I realized they were snap jewelry pieces.
That’s a necklace, bracelet or ring, for example, which can accommodate these interchangeable fashion snaps you can buy. And there are tons of them out there. They come in all kinds of styles, all sorts of colors and designs, and some sport inspirational sayings. If you want to make your snap jewelry look different to suit your mood or your outfit, you just remove one snap and replace it with something else.
I’m a big fan of them myself and have accumulated quite a collection for my snap bracelets.
So our casual conversation turned into this common denominator exchange about a trendy jewelry fashion and where we buy snaps, and how many we have, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Suddenly our relationship elevated from women at a woman’s club meeting to sisters in snap jewelry.
The discovery that you share an interest or have something in common with someone just naturally opens the gate for a bonding moment — a moment where you learn something about someone that you didn’t know before.
I always like when I find out someone I’m talking to or seated with somewhere has horses.
“Oh, you have horses. I have horses” is how the conversation progresses from there.
What kind of horse? What are their names? Where do you ride? Do you show? Are you having trouble getting hay?
Suddenly, we’re no longer strangers.
We’re “horse people,” as my mother would say. And better yet for me, a bonding moment at the beginning can be a resource I need down the road.
Bonding moments can happen on the heels of those small-world experiences, too, when you’re far from home but discover the “stranger” you’ve just met has relatives or friends who live in your neck of the woods.
Get outta’ town! That’s crazy!
I have bonding moments when I’m eating out somewhere and run into women I know enjoy cooking as much as I do — not! Eating out means it’s our turn to cook, we joke to each other.
So here we are at the end of another column in the Sunday Valley Life section of the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times.
I’ve written it; you’re reading it.
Sounds like potential for a common denominator bonding moment.
I sure hope so.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)