Archive for September, 2008
Old friends are the best kind. I’ve recently been reminded of this, thanks to a couple of very important people to me - who are now back in my life.
Lisa – A girlfriend I spent lots of fun days in high school with. We both got very busy with life and work and motherhood. But last week, her father passed. I went to the wake. Just being with her, and seeing her there felt special. Almost sacred. I think we had lunch a handful of years back. But not much contact since then. But when were together last week, it was as if no time had passed. Don’t you love that?? That’s the family you choose. An old friend who you would do just about anything for. Simply because of your history, and that you love each other. I’ll do my best to be a better friend from now on.
Joel – probably one of the best male friends ever in my life. I can’t even say why – we just get each other. He and I are totally accepting of each other. I happened to run into a mutual friend of ours while shopping, and I could barely contain myself when asking if she knew where he was, etc. She did. And we are now in touch again. What a great guy. He’s a man now. Last time we spoke was 14 years ago. How does that happen?? Makes me feel guilty that I let important people disappear from me like that.
Funny how some people actually imprint themselves into you. Like a tattoo or something. No matter what I do or where I go – they are part of me.
jodi – sept 29
Taylor is 7. I have never been too worried about her growing too fast…..until now.
Somehow she mysteriously went from the toddler playing with block and books, to the 7 yr old who has a budding attitude and likes Spongbob Squarepants-mainly because she refuses to watch “baby shows” any more.
And then this morning – I hear the words exclaimed” I hate my pimple, I hate how I look”….
From across the room-all looks normal to me.
Two steps closer.
All still looks normal….
Two more steps.
OK, I still don’t see anything.
One foot from her I see an area that is slightly red, but doesn’t match my definition of a pimple. But she is 1) a girl who will be a young woman in a few years and 2) looks become everything at that age.
And if I stop for a moment and reflect on my own adolescence, I completely understand.
The pimple, the blemish seemed to be the loudest siren and the brightest spotlight that screamed – “hey look at me !”
……So here we are – the “trauma” of not having her blanket is old news….the upcoming years of ” I don’t like the way this looks ” and “Mommy/Daddy, everyone will laugh at me” has begun…