Picture taken by my friend Cyndi Leos....thank you Cyndi.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Now, that's, a Best Friend...

Girls in My Circle

When I was little,
I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
And then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out
If you allow your heart to open up,
God would show you the best in many friends.
One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man.
Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your parents.
Another will sit beside you in the bleachers
As you delight in your children and their activities.
Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.
One friend will say, 'Let's cry together,'
Another , 'Let's fight together,'
Another , 'Let's walk away together.'
One friend will meet your spiritual need,
Another your shoe fetish,
Another your love for movies,
Another will be with you in your season of confusion,
Another will be your clarifier,
Another the wind beneath your wings.
But whatever their assignment in your life,
On whatever the occasion,
On whatever the day,
Or wherever you need them to meet you
With their gym shoes on and hair pulled back,
Or to hold you back
From making a complete fool of yourself ..
Those are your best friends.
It may all be wrapped up in one woman,
But for many, it's wrapped up in several..
One from 7th grade,
One from high school,
Several from the college years,
A couple from old jobs,
On some days your mother,
On some days your neighbor,
On others, your sisters,
And on some days, your daughters.

I could not find out who wrote this, (and hope they don't mind that I personalized a few words) but it sure resonates with me. It is one poem I find myself sharing with girlfriends, or they send it to me in an email.  I am sure most of you have seen it...but maybe, you might enjoy reading it again... Just to take some time to remember all the  special women friends in our lives...

When I think of my friends, I feel so very Blessed.  Friends who have been there with me through triumphs and tragedies. Friends I have known since I was ten. The memories, the shared experiences. Friends who were mentors and a few who always got us into some kind of delicious trouble. The kind you laugh so hard with, you both wet your pants and then laugh even harder!  

When I think of my best friend Pat, I remember when my boyfriend at the time broke up with me over the phone. He told me to go down to his beach house and "clear out my stuff ". She drove me down there and helped me.  I could tell he had another woman, you know, the way the bed was made differently, how things were arranged, different food in the fridge...the telltale signs of another woman claiming your man as her's.

She offered to trash the place with me if that is what I needed to do...she patiently comforted me, when I sat on the bed and sobbed.  She listened as I rehashed and analyzed his "kiss off", "chicken sh-t", break up dialogue. She understood as I cursed, spat on his carpet, dunked his toothbrush in the toilet and wished him to the Devil. She loaded most of my stuff, into her car, herself. She treated me to lunch and then convinced me to lay by the ocean to soak up the sun, until she literally had to help me back to the car...

Then there was the time I had answered a singles ad, from a man who described himself as if he was a car.  The ad showed great wit, but he lived out in the middle of no where.  I wanted her to come with me in case he tried to murder me, I would not die alone.  She even drove.  We arrived to find a tall, mustachioed, haggard  looking man with a small son and daughter.  The way the children latched on to each of our legs at the opening of the door; it was obvious, he needed more than a babysitter...

In between reading the kids stories and playing dolls, she shot me incredulous looks as to her disbelief that I was actually inquiring about him! The house was a disaster, he was clearly overwhelmed and desperate. After our conversation, I knew, he had someone else write the ad for him.

When were able to tear ourselves away, on the pretense of an interview with a man for Pat, we ran to the car like our pants were on fire!  Laughing hysterically to the point of tears.  She fish tailed the car on the gravel road leading out of the woods from his house, as she gasped, "Here's another fine mess you've gotten us into!"

Now, that's, a Best Friend...

My friends are part of who I am.  Friends who would go the extra mile and then some. Behind me 100% for whatever cause I had become involved. Friends who were there for matter what. Friends willing to share whatever they have and valued my dreams and aspirations, as important as their own.
I have met some wonderfully, funny, supportive women on the Blogosphere. Women who bravely and honestly share their life stories, or brighten my day with their humor.  Professional writers, artists and designers who generously share their wealth of experience and knowledge...

I met my first blog friend tonight. I enjoyed a two hour dinner at PF Changs with Linda from .  What a pleasure it was to spend time talking and getting to know more about one another...

I look forward to hopefully meeting more of you talented and fun ladies...

What about you?  What kind of precious memories do you have with your best friends?


Marylinn Kelly said...

We met in grade school, became bound together in junior high with a shared crush on our English teacher and continue to talk a couple times a week still, well more than 50 years later. We still love the same books and movies. Claire's family treated me as one of their own and her brother generously upheld the tradition with invitations to places or events that could only be attended with an insider. I could write about her for days, yet will leave it at this: it is a joy to go through life together; even though an ocean separates us, nothing else has.

Donna B said...

What a Blessing Marylinn. Friends are the gifts we give ourselves, and often are just as treasured as our families. I'm so happy for you that you have such a friend. I look forward to our growing friendship in the years to come.

gayle said...

I have a few friends because that's the way I want it and one best friend. We have known each other for over 40 years!!

Donna B said...

That is the beauty of can have it any way you want...because as I said, Friends are a gift we give ourselves...Life long friends are the best, aren't they? The memories and the's like having a life scrapbook of your life!

maggie said...

Donna: Yes friends we have history with are pretty special. Your friend Pat sounds like a gem. I enjoy hearing your tales.

Donna B said...

Hi Maggie, thank you for stopping by. For sure Pat is a gem of the finest quality and a definite life long friend. I'm glad you enjoy my blog, please come back again!! :}

Friko said...

Hi Donna,

I visited the other day and left a comment.
I am a bit late with my answer here, but I'd like to say, that a good and true friend is worth her/his weight in gold.
Wish i had one.

Donna B said...

Hi Friko..welcome...maybe you will find a friend here. I have met some wonderful new friends with my blogging. I hope you do as well. Thank you for visiting...