The Value of Friends

137 days since my last post… Must do better.

I’m thinking about the value of good friends and good friendships as I travel home to my family this Sunday morning. I’ve just met my long time BFF for a whirlwind ‘me time’ break. She lives on the opposite side of the country. So, we meet in the middle.

She too is a working mum of two young kids and we know each other, on a level that only someone you have known for 30 years can. 

Her kids are a little older than mine so, I often look to her for validation and re-assurance. To be honest, I was doing that for many years before the kids came along. Mostly I look to her to tell me I’m not crazy, I’m not alone and we’re all in the same boat. Which she often does. And when she doesn’t, and tells me to get a grip, I know I really do need to. Because I totally trust her judgement.

But it’s not just the friends you make in your formative years that can be invaluable.

I think I’m lucky. I have a small number of close friends. Most of whom I don’t see or speak to often, but do get to catch up with once or twice a year. But, when we see each other, we pick up where we left off. And so, “I don’t need new any new besties” (as a friend of mine recently said). 

But in the last few years I’ve been lucky enough to meet a couple of new, really good friends. People who also validate that I’m not crazy, I’m not alone and we’re all in the same boat. And people who, if they told me to get a grip, I’d know I need to stop being a Drama Queen and do so.

My eldest started school this September, it was an up and down half term. She took longer to settle than we had all expected, her included. But she seems to be in a better place now. The process has been stressful, but has been eased considerably by the ladies in my life who I am luck to call my friends. Old and new.

Often times, in life, the hardest part of a problem is admitting it to yourself and to others. But, almost always, sharing the problem lightens the load.

Good friends are to be treasured. Value them. Talk to them. It helps. Always.

And there may be tears, there will very likely be some hugs. But, I guarantee you at some point, there will be laughter again.