I have countless passions in my life: my partner, my kiddos, my family, coffee, my cozy bed, that strange satisfaction of peeling sunburned skin. And then there are my friends. These incredible women lift me when I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of parenting chaos. They offer encouragement when I’m hesitant to embrace new challenges and share laughter over the absurdities that come with being a woman. They cry with me when I’m too hard on myself, saying things like, “I get that too.”
My partner embodies these supportive qualities, but there’s something uniquely comforting about receiving wisdom, sympathy, or compliments from cherished friends.
I have friends I see almost every day. We show up in our worn-out workout clothes, with sleepy eyes and stories of sleepless nights fueled by too much wine. We cheer each other on as our children reach new milestones, lament the quirks of living with the male species, and ponder our parenting abilities. We push one another to sprint up that daunting hill faster than we did the day before.
Then there are those friends who drift in and out of my life. You know the type. They bring joy and laughter, and every moment spent together is a blast. Unfortunately, they might live far away or our schedules clash, leaving us longing for more time together. Each goodbye is accompanied by hugs and promises of “not too long until next time,” yet life intervenes, and we find ourselves apart once again.
I also think of the friends I’ve lost touch with—the ones who still tug at my heartstrings. We exchange “Happy Birthday!” texts filled with smiley faces and cake emojis, but it’s clear that something important has shifted. I often wonder what happened to those friendships. They leave a mark.
I have an online group of fierce, funny women who inspire me every day. We were drawn together by fate and are committed to making a difference in each other’s lives. We genuinely care for one another.
Finally, there are those friends who can’t be here physically. They reside in distant states, raising their own little ones, balancing jobs, and managing their own lives. These women form an invisible lifeline that connects us, stretching across the ups and downs of our lives.
Our bonds are unbreakable, transcending time and distance, even if months go by without communication. These are the sisters of my heart. They would be here in a heartbeat if my world were to crumble. Each of their heartaches resonates with me, and their accomplishments fill me with pride. Each loss hits hard, and every new baby is celebrated as if it were my own. Though we miss each other dearly, we know that as our children grow and our lives shift focus, we’ll find our way back to one another.
I envision us in old age, giggling until we can barely hold it in, reminiscing about our wild youth and the passage of time. We’ll sip wine and share stories about our cantankerous husbands, policing each other for chin hair, and indulging in too much food while patting our bellies. I hope we’ll dauntlessly slip into bikinis and dive into a hot tub filled with young college guys, regaling them with tales of our youthful escapades.
Yes, we will reunite one day, when our bodies have changed and our grandchildren are seeking our financial support. Our lives will be rich with shared experiences, and it will feel as if no time has passed at all.
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In summary, the bonds we form with our friends are invaluable and can withstand the tests of time and distance. These connections shape our lives, and through laughter, tears, and shared experiences, we find strength in the sisterhood that supports us.
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