Good morning, Mommy! Happy Friday! I know we usually talk about husbands on Fridays, but can we talk about our best girlfriends today?
I am trying mightily to reschedule (for like, the third or fourth time) a lunch with one of my dearest friends in the world. Last time, her work interfered, time before that, my work interfered, this time life in all it’s messy unpredictableness is forcing me to reschedule the lunch we were supposed to have today, a lunch I have looked forward to for literally weeks.
I am surprised at how intensely I am craving time with this lovely woman. I need her. We will find a time to get together, or I will sneak Ninja-like to her house and kidnap her for an hour of conversation some evening while her family sleeps. Or, you know, maybe bring coffee over in the morning.
Girlfriends. Those amazing, essential human beings to whom you can confess your innermost insecurities and triumphs without fear of judgment or jealousy. Those darling, trusted advisors who help you to see the big picture, another way ’round when you are stuck in some parenting quagmire, who laugh with you when life gets ridiculous.
I have a hard and fast rule of never complaining about my husband generally, of never using his mistakes or our misunderstandings for conversational sport, but there are times I have turned quietly to one of my trusted girlfriends for advice, and I am grateful for their confidentiality, grateful for their wisdom, and grateful for their sometimes brutal honesty.
Lord, the number of hours I have spent on the phone, or over a cup of tea, talking, talking, talking … anguished and comforted and laughing till my stomach hurt with the women who make my life possible, who bring beauty and a lighter heart to the daily must do’s.
Here’s love to the women who provide carpools, comic relief and therapy as needed. Here’s gratitude for the strength you have loaned me when I didn’t have enough of my own, for the love you gave generously on days when I was feeling fat and ugly, for texts and calls and cards and prayer during the really difficult times.
As I sat down to write this I thought, “There is no way I can put this in words”. And really, there’s not. The love we share for each other as women… it’s different, it’s hard to pin down, it’s essential, but impossible quite to adequately describe.
If my husband is the partner with whom I sail through life, side by side at the helm, my girlfriends are the ones helping me spruce up the boat and planning party games for the trip.
Here’s to lunches, phone calls and days sitting on the front porch with a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. Here’s to our besties. Thank God for them all.