I work with 4 year olds, and yes, Bestest is a word.
It’s funny, but some of my very bestest friends are women I have never met.
There’s Patsy, who does the photography for my cemeteries page. I admire her, because she does an awesome job at the photography and she has incredible patience with me about getting the images online. And though we’ve never met, I can feel that she’s a funny person and I love to laugh. (Plus, she’s doing some awesome work on the cemetery blog).
There’s Astrid. She lives in Australia and though we’ve only talked online, I feel like we were separated at birth and put a half a world apart to grow up. She brightens my day every time she emails me. She’s funny too and likes genealogy and TMG so that means she has to be a good person. 🙂
There was Mari. She and I ran the mailing list for Rutherford County together and talked via email for years, but never met. She passed away last year and I still find myself thinking, I’ll ask Mari, she’ll know. She had an incredible sense of humor and loved everyone as long as they said “Thank you.” She was big on being appreciative.
And now there’s Erin. We just read each other’s blog and sympathize on raising kids and life in general, but there’s that connection there. Though she home schools and I live for sending my kids off every morning to school.
Of course, there’s my real life friends, Teri from high school, Mollie who even though we had years where we didn’t speak, we are now friends again, Johnna and Debbie from elementary school, and Christy now-My real life friend who I can see every day if I want. She’s the mom of my practice grandchildren. Then there’s the girls I work with that bring me daily joy and make me want to go to work each day, just so we can hang out together (yes, some of them are only four.)
What is it about these women? Well, they are funny, smart, are there for me (or were at the point in my life when we were friends). They are the women I can send an SOS to at 3 am and they will pray for me and will worry until I send out the all clear. Though they are all specific people, they also represent other women who were special to me at that same time. Some of them are years younger than I, some are my age, some are years older. God brought them into my life so that I could make their life better, and instead, they made mine better.
Now you may notice I didn’t mention my mom. My mom is not my best friend. She’s my mom. I love her and she’s special, but she has her own special place that no friend could ever fill in my heart. Mom’s spirit is so large that it fills that entire area of my heart and always will. I don’t need anyone else to fill it.
Then there is my Mother-in-law, who has her own special place. She is not my mother, and never has tried to be. She understood that our relationship was special and should be nurtured.
These two women have crafted me into the woman you all see. My mom had me the first sixteen years and they both have had me the rest. While my friends fill the place of the sister I never had, my mother and my mother-in-law have their own compartments of my being and they fill those compartments perfectly.
And finally my two daughters. I don’t want them to be my best friends either. They are my precious daughters. A place of reverence is held for each of them. They don’t have to always like what I decide for them, or agree with what I decide for them, but they will always know that I love them no matter what choices they make and I probably won’t like or agree with those either.. Friends come and go from our lives, but these two precious women will be with me from the day they were born, until the day one of us passes on to Heaven. I will cherish every minute of the ride.
So to all the women in my life. Thanks. Thanks for being there, for praying for me, for crying on my behalf, for being patient with me, for putting me in my place when I needed it, which I often do. Thanks for sharing your lives with me. Thanks for making me laugh.
And to the women I didn’t mention by name, I didn’t forget you. I promise. In Girl Scouts we sing “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold.” There’s not a bronze medal amongst you.