You Too?

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.”

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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.

She married.

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.

You too?

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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.  

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Of Hairspray and Friendship

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When Dionne Warwick thought up the lyrics to the song “That’s What Friends Are For”, I’m pretty sure that she was thinking about hairspray. And I don’t mean the Musical.

 

I have a Sweetfriend who lives down the street; and I think she’s the “Awesome Sauce”, as they say.  Truly. I call her Sparkles and she calls me Sunshine.  She’s one of those friends that teaches you how to love lip gloss again at 40-something, tells other people that she can’t ever imagine you getting mad at anybody (HA!), and is too busy getting the most out of life to bother with any Mama Drama.  She wears sparkly earrings with her yoga pants and shares the link for that cozy, but darling, sweater she was wearing yesterday, so that you can get one too.

 

Sparkles would tell you that I’m the bomb because, recently, when she was out of dish-washing sponges and asked if I had one to spare, I sent one down;a half of one, to be exact.  When she asked where I bought those cute little sponges, I told her Tar-jay. Then, I explained that to get more use out of them, and to get into more of the little cracks and crevices with my “cleaning”, *cough, cough*, I cut them in half.  She thought that was ”brilliant”.

 

I, however, am pretty sure that she’s brilliant, because she has taught me to “always pad the playdate!”, layer on the bling to make anything, even yoga pants, look dressed up, and to remember that “exhausted kids are more often than not, happy kids”.

 

Recently, at the bus stop, we had this conversation:

 

Sparkles – “Wow! Your hair looks awesome!”

Me – “Thanks!  I am trying to, you know… style it.  I actually pulled out a curling iron this morning for the first time in, oh… 2 decades.  But enjoy it.  It will fall out in about 7 minutes.”

Sparkles – “You just need some hairspray.  And don’t be afraid to really lay it on.”

Me – “Oh, okay.  I haven’t used hairspray in… well… ever.; but… I don’t want it to look stiff.  Yours always looks so bouncy!”

Sparkles – “Trust me, just good old [drugstore brand] hairspray does great!”

 

At this point, the bus came.  And every dad within a footfall field’s radius of our conversation was never happier to smell bus fumes.

 

After arriving back home, I received this text:

 

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I went to my door and found Ralphie (her Elf on the Shelf) hugging, oh-so-tightly, a bottle of hairspray.  (Apparently, Ralphie stopped by to help more than just our elf, Jack, that day. What a compassionate elf…).

 

And the best part of all? It worked! The hairspray worked! And I didn’t even have to stand out on the front porch to spray it.

 

Now that’s what friends are for. Indeed!

 

Should I Be Concerned?

That these are the sorts of things that Sweet Friends kept dropping off for Birthday presents?  Anyone care to come over and help me share in the “bounty”?  For the love of my waistband, please?

 

I omitted the other 2 boxes of Devil Dogs that arrived. No need to be excessive…

 

I’m thankful for the beautiful friendship that each one of these gifts represent.  And I’m doubly blessed by the fact that they love me despite the fact that these are the types of gifts I treasure.  Along with their friendship, of course.  Because, to say I just treasure Devil Dogs and White Wine would be rude.

 

I would also like to add that I am quite thankful that my Sweetman did not see fit to include the number of candles on the cake that would be necessary to accurately capture my age.  The Fire Department also wishes to thank him.  Oh, yes indeedy, they surely do!

 

Have a wonderful weekend Sweet Friends!