I have these incredible women in my life that I don't give credit too often enough. I don't recognize often enough. I don't tell them how much I appreciate them and everything they've done for me... I just don't.
There is a particular woman that has been on my mind the last few weeks and usually, when something or someone is on my mind like this... it's for a reason.
Bebe and I 'met' in cyberspace more than 5 years ago where we both offered each other (and other women) support in the form of a message board. Our friendship grew quickly after a phone call I made to her one afternoon that lasted hours long. I could tell we were going to be friends for a very long time...
We shared. A lot. We shared our experiences that brought us to that message board seeking support. We shared our childhoods. We shared stories about our mothers, and then after I even made a trip out to see her I even tried to push her mother into a pot of boiling water. No worries... I saved her by grabbing her broken arm to reel her back in. It sounds worse than it was... really.
I was there when she became a (bio)mother. I watched her birth video and reviewed the traumatic delayed evacuation with her (so nice for a student nurse-midwife, by the way). I was there to listen to her stories and fears and frustrations of step-mothering.
She's been there for me too. She has told me when to lock myself in the bedroom with the phone ... that the "kids will be fine for 10 minutes." She's told me to eat because I was to sick to feed myself. She's called my family and friends to make sure I am safe because she lived more than a thousand miles away. She has opened her home to me, to my kids, and now most recently to S. She is part of my chosen family.
A year ago... she loaned me money... and it was like a birthday gift. Because it was money I used to retain my divorce attorney. When I left one dysfunctional relationship for another... she loved me, and she stayed by my side to show me that I am strong enough... that I am not the sum of my mistakes.
What does she say for herself? "That's what friends do."
I've been worried about my friend lately. I need her to be okay.
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I had a busy weekend, too. I'm just reading this now. I love you, my sister/daughter/best friend. I always will. You have given me so much, too much to list here. You are a bright light of laughter, love, tears and triumph in my life. I am okay, I promise. I will call today. Thank you for checking in on me, always.
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