You know what I mean, the kind that no matter how different you may become from each other in certain ways, you are the same in a million others. You love each other’s families. You can go months without talking or texting then spend an hour on the phone. You know each other’s life history so you don’t have to explain the back-story of a story. You can just tell it. I had the pleasure of spending time, whole weekends even, with a few of my forever friends over the past month-in-a-half, AND my mini me was along for the ride. My heart is overjoyed to watch and experience as those who are important in my life become important in Isaac’s life.
Motherhood has made friendships way harder to maintain, and seemingly impossible to build from scratch, something I’ve written about before. Now that I don’t work amongst a gaggle of wonderful women all day, I’ve had to work harder to find time and space to experience lady love. Two separate sets of our favorite Brooklyn parent friends came all the way to Maine this summer. One couple with Isaac’s bff from babyhood, and another who’s kids (TWINS) attended yoga en utero with their mama and me with a yet-to-be-born Isaac. We had such wonderful visits, and they made traveling with a toddler (or two), even one that sleeps like crap, like our’s, look easy. Inspired by their willingness to embark on a journey for a chance to spend special time together, I’ve twice now packed up the kiddo and headed to my friends' houses for short stays, and while traveling with a toddler and sleeping away from home was a bit stressful, I am oh-so-happy to have relished quality time with quality people. Maybe this is the new friendship normal? Long distance most of the time, sprinkled with exhausting but wonderful weekends together once or twice a year as the kids grow? If so, I think I’m game. I’ve never been one to say no to an adventure.
The world is a terrifying place for a large percentage of humanity, and the scary is not only oceans away, it is in our own cities, under our own watch. How incredibly, unbelievably lucky I am to live in my healthy, happy little bubble where forever friends are a few-hour drive or few-minute phone call (or let’s be real, a middle of the night text) away. It would be disrespectful to this blessed life to ignore the friendships that have helped make me the person, and mama, I am. I know I need to make new, more local friends, especially of the mom variety, preferably with similar values. And I will. In the meantime, I’m going to cherish, despite all the early-in-the-season sadness, the past summer full of visits from, and to, afar friends.
How do you stay connect with friends, forever and otherwise?? Help a mama out with tips and words of wisdom.