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Best Friends: A Promise, Not a Label


I graduated from high school 14 years ago.  Yikes!  When I actually see that number, I freak out a little.  Anyway, other than for a few hours during my ten-year high school reunion, I haven’t really seen any of my high school girlfriends. 

Thanks to Facebook and other social media outlets, we all have a generally decent idea of how many kids everyone has, how often they poop, and what they eat for dinner, so there’s really not a major need to schedule complex get-togethers to catch up anymore.  And, let’s face it – Other than for a few select friends, we really don’t give a damn what those people are doing now.  If I hated you in high school, I still probably hate you today.

On rare occasions, however, we may share a special connection with one or two of those old school friends.  That’s been the case for me, and I was reminded of that connection yesterday. 

I got a Facebook message from one of my best girlfriends from high school.  The tone of her message was sad, lonely even, and I noticed that it certainly didn’t correspond with her happy, upbeat public statuses and photos.  I could tell that she was hurting and that she needed to know that she wasn’t alone in what she’s been going through. 

Sadly, she is going through a rough patch in her life, much like the one I went through several years ago.  Having never experienced something like this before, it can be extremely overwhelming to have to deal with on your own.  I was thankful that, despite the pain I went through, I was able to relate to her situation and give her some words of advice and encouragement.

What amazed me more than being able to relate to what she’s going through, however, was the fact that even though we haven’t seen each other in years and don’t communicate much other than through Facebook, we were able to relate and communicate like we were best friends again.  I felt a connection to her that no amount of years of growing up could destroy.  For the several minutes we relayed messages back and forth, we were high school best friends again. 

Women amaze me.  My girlfriends amaze me.  Any amount of time can pass, even with little to no interaction between us, and yet we can pick up right where we left off.  We can provide strength for each other in such an amazing way, that superfluous words aren’t even needed.  We don’t need to apologize for having been crappy friends and losing contact.  We don’t need the formalities or pleasantries.  We can just TALK and SHARE and VENT!  The understanding between women is a bond that will never be broken, regardless of the number of years that have passed or the beat-downs that life has put on us.  Friendships (and I mean the genuine ones) between women are unbreakable. 

I am so thankful that I was able to connect with this particular girlfriend after so many years, and it was like we had just talked the day before.  I have a handful of high school girlfriends whom I feel like I could do this with, and I’m forever grateful for them.  They have been blessings to me, and I hope that one day I can return the favor to each of them.  I love you, ladies.

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“The soul is healed by being with children.” ~Fyodor Dostoyevsky


I try to usually keep my posts upbeat and sometimes even funny.  Sometimes that’s hard to do, though, when it feels like your life is falling apart.  Ever been there?  Anyway, this is no attempt to gain pity, but I’m just having one of those weeks, and I’m going through a really hard time in my life right now.  It’s times like this when I’m so thankful for Gerald and Ronald.  On the days when it’s hard to even get out of bed, when I don’t feel like I can even function, all I have to do is look at their mischievous little faces (and their dimples) and feel some sense of hope.  Hope for our future – hope for tomorrow.  When I walk in the door every afternoon, the first thing they do (before their World War 3 battle begins) is ask me how my day went.  How do you not just melt at that and forget, at least temporarily, all of the awful things you’re going through?  No one [who should be blessed with children, at least] ever wants their kids to know they’re going through a hard time, so I’m grateful that they force me to put my big girl panties on and keep moving forward.  They depend on me and rely on me to be their stability, and Lord knows, I never want to let them down.                                                                                                                          

Photo by Leslie Dobbe Photography

Photo by Leslie Dobbe Photography

It’s funny how the ones that you’re supposed to be strong for are actually the ones who are strong for you and help you face your discouraging tomorrows.  All without even knowing it…   In fact, sometimes they’re even the only ones I can depend on for unconditional love and no judgment.  Things won’t always be this hard, right?  One look at my beautiful boys’ faces, and I think I already know the answer to that.  Thank you, God, for giving me these boys as a constant reminder that you know the plans you have for me – plans to prosper me and not to harm me, plans to give me a hope and a future.


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