The Wonder of Friendship
|Sadie and her BFF|
My kids have good friends. I love my them. For example, there's D. Now, to understand, D. has two parents and her Japanese mother is the least strict of the two. Their house is orderly and always, always clean. They have 3 very well-behaved children, who play instruments and attend 'advanced' classes. So, when D. showed up at our front door, mere minutes ago, I cringed a little. Today is our 'cleaning-up-before-the-big-guy-in-red-arrives' day, but we're all a little slow on the get-go. I've been on my laptop and the wii is heating up. In other words, my house is a mess.
I invited D. up to the girls' room to wake them, kicking dirty clothes out of the way as I smiled. "Don't look in the boy's room" I mentally encouraged. She didn't flinch or look around in disgust. She simply stepped over the chaos in the girls' room to rouse them from their wintery slumber. She's such a good girl. (Plus, she calls me Mom, that endears me to any child.)
I'm grateful my kids have good friends. Not just that they ignore the mess that is our home, but that they love my children unconditionally. My kids aren't perfect. A couple of them are sort of, well, nerds. But, they have friends who have the same values and who make them laugh. There isn't much better than to hear my 17 year-old's belly laugh. Really.
I have good friends, too. Ones that ignore the mess that is my life. They take me for who I am, when even I have a hard time doing that. I often look in the mirror and wonder why they love me. I know it's because they don't judge me by my outer shell and somehow, see something inside.
Today, I'll be spending the day with my three best friends. The ones who've been with me from the start. My sisters know me better than anyone. They've seen me at my best and at my very worst. (They've seen me give birth, for heaven's sake.) We have a shared history that only we understand. A simple word or phrase can send us into laughter or bring us to tears. It has taken time for us to get here, to a place where we are all bosom buddies. Our lives are different, for sure. But here we are. In an emergency, theirs is the number I would call. I know I can depend on them. and, I know they love me. Is there anything more wonderful?
|Heidi, Ellen and me.|