An Homage to Girlfriends
There's a conversation a parent has with an adolescent. I know because it was had with me and I've now had it with The Older Boy. In a moment of sheer (pre-)teenage angst one looks around and thinks he/she sees everyone else having an easier time. Remember? Everyone else seemed to have more friends? This conversation is the one about how you'll be lucky in life if you have two or three real friends—that anyone who appears to have more is just collecting acquaintances.
Recently while imparting this motherly wisdom it occurred to me (and not for the first time) how truly lucky I am in this regard.
I'm often caught in amazement in the wondrous women in my life. Mothers, friends, sisters, daughters, earners, homemakers, creative, talented, thoughtful women. And while I know that I'm blessed with them and thankful for the knowledge that I'm deserving of their friendship there's still a moment occasionally when I can't believe my good fortune.
I have friends who will bring me food when I'm sick. I have friends who will bring me food when I'm not sick. Friends who drive long distances to see my children. Friends who partake in my family gatherings. Friends who inspire my senses. Friends who teach me things. Friends who can be called at all hours. Friends who tell me the truth. Friends who feed the cat. Friends who know my secrets. Friends who share their secrets. Friends who have been there for absolutely ever. New friends who only know me as a mother. Friends who ask for difficult favors. Friends who surprise me and friends who make me laugh.
For all the parts of one's self that get side-tracked or altogether fall by the wayside when one becomes a mother, I have never ever not been fulfilled by the women in my life. And so in the spirit of this month of giving thanks I thank you, the women in my life for what you give to me every day.