Yesterday, I had the absolute privilege to get a call from a close friend that does not live close to me at all. And you should read that with all of the bitterness that I can muster in those words because I am really quite insulted that she is not my next door neighbor, but instead, lives 7 hours away from me. Rude.
We chatted about the wonderful and heart wrenching, rewarding and worrisome, blessed and overwhelming, gig that is being a Mom. She once told me that Moms are only as happy as their unhappiest child. That is God’s Honest Truth. This Motherhood job is the Jerry McGuire version of “up at dawn, pride-swallowing siege that I will never fully tell you about, ok?!” And still, we carry on.
This morning, I received a text from this same sweet friend that said, “I also want to say that I really just wanted you to know what is going on in my life. Yes, give me all the advice and wisdom, but also, I’m just grateful for you to be a part of my life.” Swoon.
You should know that this friend of mine is special and I won’t ever ever give her up. We met in the 2nd grade and became instant friends when we discovered that we lived in the same neighborhood. Ahem. Mrs. Dixon was calling out our names and checking our addresses and the criteria for becoming best friends at the time could be a very short list, like just living within bike riding distance. (hint hint) Of course, I was not allowed to ride my bike past the stop sign at the time and she lived on just one more block and one left turn, so it took some Moms interventions to make this friendship happen. And, 40 plus years later, it seemed to work.
All that to say, this girl gets me and we will go too long between talking and connecting because see above and life. Still she can channel her inner C+C Music Factory from Myrtle Beach Senior Week circa 1990 and can say things that make me go, hmmmm….
“I just want you to know what is going on in my life.” What a powerful thing to be a part of another person’s life. To make sure that the people you love and know you know you, actually know what is happening. We are busy. Plates are overflowing-ly full. And even though we have access to all of this social media and technology designed to help us connect with near and far, really getting to really know what is really happening with each other, is hard.
Note: I am not ready for this to turn into some kind of condemnation of social media and technology because heaven knows, my weekly screen time report is nothing to be proud of and I don’t use any of it well. I’m good at other things. Thanks for teaching me that, Jen Hatmaker. .
But I do feel less and less of a connection to some people because I don’t know what is happening in their lives. And they don’t know what is happening in mine. And part of that is the fact that what is shared a lot of the time, is heavily curated good news on facebook or pretty sunset pics and clever captions on Insta. For the record, I enjoy these two things. I like sharing good news and celebrations. I want to share how pretty the lake is.
But that brag about my kiddo’s sports team accomplishments and that lake picture does not tell you anything about what is happening in my life. All it does is tell you where I am sitting a few hours out of the day. Either in bleachers. Or on the dock. And explains why I have a pretty decent tan still.
But that does not tell anyone that I’m really feeling every bit of 50 these days and that I’m struggling with changes that need to happen. Those pictures don’t share that I’m excited for the next steps that my kids are getting ready to take, but I can’t actually believe that one is in college. There’s no way anyone would know that I really want to feel like I am having a positive impact in my work and also think I might like to start a flower cart and make corsages and boutineres for high school dances for fun.
Here’s the thing: we all deserve to have friends like mine and I’m so thankful that she wants to make sure I know what is happening in her life. Like I want her to know what is happening in mine. And I guess I want us all to have a friend like that. I want us all to remember that the posts, and pictures, and things we think we know about one another, are likely full of gaps. I hope we all find those people, the ones who don’t let us fill in the blanks by ourselves, the ones who take the time and make the effort to connect and share, and the ones who remind us, like Ted Lasso, to stay a little more open and curious, and a little less judgmental.
Come on, y’all. Let’s win! Go, make good things happen.