My bestie, Jen, came into my life during the summer of 1984. We were both dropped off to spend a half day at summer camp (rec) each morning from 9 a.m. until noon. There we did art projects and then reluctantly went to the field to play such games as kick ball, softball, Red Rover, and Steal the Bacon. Neither of us had any athletic ability, which left us being the last ones to be picked for teams; we were a match made in heaven. Our friendship blossomed over Elmer's Glue, beads, paint, and markers. While making crafts, we often talked about our favorite subjects: music, boys, Barbies, dancing, and modeling. (For anyone growing up in the 80's, these were the days when models like Cheryl Tiegs and Brooke Shields were household names.) Our friendship meant "play dates" of going over each other's houses to dress in costumes and pretend like we were famous dancers. We'd twirl and leap all over my living room as Madonna's "Like a Virgin" blared in the background.
In high school, we rode the bus together, met up on Friday's at Roller Magic, and even had some double dates. When boyfriends and love interests came and went, we consoled each other, and when some adolescent days were just too much to bare, we lifted each other up with compliments and compassion. High school was a tough time, but our friendship made all the difference.
My bestie, Debbie, came into my life in middle school--sixth grade to be exact. Our two elementary schools merged into one middle school, and soon new classmates were telling me I had a twin. Although we didn't have any of the same classes together, Debbie and I spotted each other right away as we did look alike--tall, thin, long blond hair. Although we both had different circles of friends, we'd often chat at recess, and Debbie came to my sixth grade bowling birthday party--my aunt still has pictures for proof. This is when my cousin Vincent decided to embarrass me by giving me a "Nose Picker of the Year Award" as my birthday present. When keeping score at the bowling alley, he'd also stick a pencil up his nose and taunt all of my friends with it. Now, I think I know why this might have been my last friend birthday party...
After high school, we all went our separate ways. Jen married her high school sweetheart, Chris, and moved to a military base in Germany. Debbie went off to college, and I went off to a different college. Years went by without a single phone call or letter (and there was no such thing as Facebook or social media to keep in touch). If Divine Providence didn't exist, we all would have lost each other--for good. Losing each other, however, was not in the cards.
Jen and I reunited when she returned back to our hometown--now both a wife and a mother! (I was in grad school at the time.) Then, when Jen moved to another town, she reunited with Debbie. Debbie and I rekindled our friendship when we both started teaching writing at the same college. (Not only do we look alike, but we both earned our graduate degrees in English!) At this time, all three of us were married with children.
The goal, now, was to schedule a time for our three families to meet. If our husbands and children liked each other, we'd be able to schedule "family play dates." We'd celebrate birthdays together and holidays together and maybe even go on a vacation one day...
That first meeting time was eight years ago... Our three families have become a family in itself. Our children act like cousins, and my two girlfriends are like the sisters I've never had... We share "mommy tips," "wife tips," our feelings, and our secrets. While our children (and our husbands) keep us busy, we are there for each other, and our hearts feel renewed when we meet (even if it's only for a few hours...)
Last Sunday was one of those days that was good for the soul. We planned a last minute get-together and decided to all eat at one of our favorite restaurants and then take a walk afterwards. It was a cold, gray November day, but spending it with friends gave it warmth and color. Jen, Debbie, and I did what we do best. We laughed, we played, we inspired, and we made more plans... The time together is just what I needed.
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| Jen, Debbie, and me |
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| Our "family" |
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| Playing! |
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