As an adult, it’s not as easy to make friends as it once was when you were a kid. Growing up, I vividly remember always playing with my family, neighbors or classmates and that was that. And I usually made friends wherever I went.
When it comes to best friends, most people reference lifelong friends from college or high school. Post college, I’ve been fortunate to meet or grow closer to many women who have become some of my best friends today. And they are fabulous. We have bonded over motherhood, marriage, parenting, careers and aging parents. They showed up with wine in support of me when I divorced years ago and I’ve supported them through their major life changes as well. We have a village mentality and it works not only for us, but for our families as well. There are multi-generational bonds here.
Mid-late 30s and early 40s are trying times and it’s hard raising children, finding/nurturing a loving relationship, slaying professionally and still finding time for self-care. Kudos to those who are doing all of the above. As for me, I get by with a little help from my friends. We keep each other lifted up and grounded. And we keep each other laughing. Hard. Even through the most devastating of times. These ladies do not need to be told to show up; showing up is what we do.
Many of us didn’t meet until well after 30. I think that’s a beautiful thing and I treasure it. Life may be short, but the journey is long. If you choose wisely, the friends that you pick up along the way can bring copious amounts of sunshine to your life experience. These people are everywhere. Your kids are in the same class. You are neighbors. You attend the same synagogue or church. They might even work with you. And you are truly blessed if you can also call them very close friends. I call some of mine “Bad Moms” and they are some of the best people I know. To them all, thank you for being you.
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