One of my favorite quotes of all time is by C.S. Lewis. He was so wise. He said, ““Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”
Isn’t this the truth?
We write of our pain in the midst of our relationship woes, or the joy in our once-in-a-lifetime moments, and we find suddenly that there are others who have walked this same road. Share this same pain, or joy, or confusion, or desire to get it right.
It was that – the desire to get it right, that drew me to Jen. We were about as different as different could be on the outside. But, we were both fresh out of college with our Teaching Degrees clenched tightly in our fists, ready to strike out and become the Best Teacher Ever! And then, reality set in. We quickly realized that we would need to do a little ladder climbing to get that coveted Classroom Teacher position.
We were teacher aides in classrooms next to each other. We bore the same burdens of caring for the particular student in the elementary classroom’s we’d each been assigned to, as well as providing the support that the classroom teacher needed to carry out his or her duties for the other 24 students in the room. The days seemed overly long at times. The wait for our own title of “Classroom Teacher” seemed to stretch out even farther.
But, in the lunchroom, over my can of Spaghettios with franks and devil dog, and her neatly made sandwich and apple, we bonded. She laughed as I regaled her with stories of the day’s goings on. I listened intently as she rattled off a list of lessons she daily learned. And we re-fueled each other with our camaraderie for the last half of each day.
But when we really hit the deep layer of our friendship was when she invited me to her Bible Study.
Not long after that, we became more than friends. We became sisters. Bonded not only by vocation, but by our heart’s home.
Jen moved on to a private school. I moved on to “Classroom Teacher”. Then Jen moved on to assistant Headmaster. I moved on to Educational Director at a non-profit.
I married and she was my Maid-of-Honor.
We still spilled stories of laughable moments and lessons learned. And leaned on each other for support and encouragement.
I had my first child.
We still shared and encouraged and bolstered one another’s spirits.
And then, she moved on… to another state. Far, far away.
Too far, friend!
I live my life now in the Post-Jen-Era. I still get that needed encouragement or share that silly moment that makes us both laugh or cringe.
We just do it long-distance.
I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and the beautiful community of writers for her Five Minute Friday writing prompt. Click the button below to add your own thoughts on “Friend”, or to read what it brought to mind for others.