Dear Friend,
I want to start with an apology. I’m truly sorry for how our friendship has evolved. The changes in my life since becoming a parent have transformed not just my schedule, but who I am at the core.
You’re aware of the monumental shift that parenthood brings, even if you’re not a parent yourself. It’s a thrilling yet daunting experience, one we both knew would alter our lives. We accepted that our conversations would dwindle and our meet-ups would be fewer and further between. I knew I’d become the friend who was perpetually late, missing out on gatherings due to a variety of unexpected events—be it a sudden illness or a babysitter dilemma.
What took me by surprise, though, was how much my core self would shift. Motherhood has intertwined with my identity, and I often find myself lost in the chaos of daily life. You still make the effort to visit, bringing thoughtful gifts for my little one, and I truly appreciate that. You ask about my life, and I ask about yours, but the truth is, our conversations rarely get the depth they once had. By the time you begin sharing your latest date night or office escapade, I’m off chasing my daughter away from the dining room table or rescuing her from yet another creative mess. I’m sorry for the fragmented conversations and the moments that get hijacked by toddler demands.
Please know that I care deeply about your life—your career, your recent adventures, and the juicy details of your single life. I’m genuinely interested, and I wish I could carve out just a few uninterrupted moments to hear all about it. Life has become a whirlwind of late nights, early mornings, and episodes of Sofia the First, and it feels like I’m barely keeping it all together. Yes, the sleepless nights are fading, and we’re inching closer to being diaper-free (fingers crossed!), but my mental state is still quite frazzled.
I’m making an effort, even if it doesn’t always come across, and for that, I apologize. My mind is often a jumble of schedules, unexpected hurdles, and the constant juggling of responsibilities. Sure, I used to manage a multitude of tasks with ease—my old nickname was “Organizer Olivia”—but now, I’m just trying to maintain some semblance of routine, which usually revolves around nap times.
I realize that when we talk, the conversation often centers on my daughter and my struggles as a new(ish) mom. When you reach out via email or text, my responses can be delayed for days or even weeks. I also understand that my enthusiasm for sending you pictures of my daughter might seem excessive, but it’s my way of trying to reconnect in a world where I often feel disconnected. It’s the only way I know how to break the ice anymore.
I genuinely love you and the person you are, and I want to know how you’re doing. So, I’m asking you to hang in there with me. I know it shouldn’t be your responsibility to maintain our friendship, but I truly need your patience and understanding during this tumultuous time.
I apologize if I come off as distracted or uninterested. Know that my chaotic life and forgetfulness aren’t a reflection of my feelings towards you or our friendship. They’re a testament to my journey as a new mom still navigating this unfamiliar territory.
But I’m listening, and I care—more than you know. It may take a little time for me to get the hang of this parenting gig, but I promise I’m trying.
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In essence, I value our friendship, and I hope you’ll continue to reach out. I may be a little preoccupied these days, but I assure you, I’m still here.
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