I had a good old-fashioned girls night out Thursday night with my best buddies from the eighth grade. We were friends in high school too, but Shireen had moved, so went to a different high school than the rest of us. Our big heyday was in 1988 at Hedrick Junior High, home of the hornets. Shireen pointed out that that was more than half our lifetime ago. Wow.
It’s interesting to me how these girls’ lives have diverged. We are all happily married (thankful for that) and all live in Medford but me. The similarities end there. If you put our four husbands in a row, they would have almost nothing in common. And we are all doing something completely different. I am the semi-nutty “career mother” of four. Shireen is a full-time mother of two (one brand-new) and part-time physician. Emily is a mother of one and passionate, highly trained social worker (is that the right title for your job, Em?). Kristi is a nurse-turned-manager who is working her way up the ranks of hospital administration.
Here’s what’s wonderful: we are all very happy in our individual lives. Happy, and fulfilled, too, I think. And no, we aren’t as close as we once were — we used to know every detail of each other’s crushes, school projects, and lip-liner shades, and nowadays, a year might go by with only a Christmas card to show for our friendships. This level of distance notwithstanding, I care just as much about these girls as I ever did. We may not speak to each other often, but my positive thoughts and prayers are with them in their grown-up endeavors.
In my 14 years of adulthood, I have been blessed by many special friendships such as these. Each time I have moved to the next phase, from college years, to marriage, to one move after another, I have left wonderful people behind. I hope all of these women know that they’ve had an impact on my life. And though miles and busy lives make constant interaction unrealistic, our love and caring for one another remain.