February 28, 2018 (day 15)
Just hung up from a lovely visit with one of my original playgroup mama friends. A quick text following a group text which I often can’t keep up with, and I picked up the IPhone and said, “I’m all texted out.” My friends are often not surprised by this. So an unplanned spontaneous visit about upcoming changes, kids graduating from college (SAY WHAAAAAT?) And always a connection that transcends time, space, and geography. The older I get the more I realize that I want people to know I am thinking about them. That our everydays together are still part of me despite the evolution of life. Someone wise taught me, there can only be so many people on your bus at a time. And yet, the connections and routes I have taken through different stages have brought me angel after angel. These women were the insane tribe going through motherhood for the first time (except for one seasoned leader who was on no. 2, with great experience, strength and hope for the rest of us).
Another asking when I’ll be in town so we can plan a visit. Feeling defeated from health and red tape bs stuff. A reminder that just saying how are you and your sweet kiddo….offers the net of “this is how I REALLY am.” And all I can do is say, “I believe in you and your strength and faith. Keep going. And YES, I’d love to see you.” We used to gather at our neighborhood pool for picnics and moral support. Totally delighted in the stages of toddlerhood and juice boxes. Our kids are all now legal, off on their own journeys. A few still in touch, but mostly us. Our families have walked through some tough life on life’s terms stuff. We throw around those fun group texts. Get together when we happen to be on the same side of the country. Give and receive prayers. And visit with one another like extended family, because there really is nothing like the friends you raise your kids with.
Short and sweet tonight. And the vintage phones courtesy of the vintage market I visited with one of these gals on my fun visit to gather on the west coast two years ago. There is nothing I love more than the sound of someone’s voice that I love. Say hello. Phone home. Delight in a visit.