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In Praise of Best Friends
I got to talk to my best friend yesterday, after a year of phone silence- her work, my work, all the kids, all the kids activities. We talked for three hours. It was great
I feel like a human being again, I feel like myself- not mom, not mrs, not the stockholm-y, cabin fever-y person I become staying home with kids and only talking to my husband.
We talked about everything practical- what's for dinner? and high school- and our mutual friends, and more. good stuff, bad stuff, all stuff. And impractical, too.
I feel like a more generous, and better human being, and I am only like this around her. I think best friends let us breath an air between us, that no one else can even see, or understand, or guess at. We get to be our true best selves.
Oprah has a magazine out about friends, and everything I've read, I just say " yeah, I am so lucky. They are so lucky. We are so lucky to be able to have friends."
My husband tried to make a joke, and I stared at him. I couldn't even joke that he was like Calvin, from the comics. It's good to know there are places he is not entitled to go, and could not understand, if he did. I feel like too much is an open book, or, honestly, right now, a blank book.
I miss her, living far away, and I am so glad she has a talent for remaining close.
I am glad my children have the capacity to make friends of a deep and loyal variety.
ari
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Tawnya, your memory lives on in your children.
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