A family's story

Drifting Apart

Years ago I made some great friends during a training/probationary hiring period at my first job. We were all recent college grads, and were in similar life situations: decent salary, moving out on own, young, “single”. We had fun the time of our lives.

There are 5 of us gals who still keep in touch. We’ve been to each other’s weddings. We’ve been to each other’s baby showers. Over a decade later, we have watched each other’s children grow, blossom, change.

As our kids grow, and as we’ve changed jobs, houses, and careers, we have begun the inevitable drift. It starts slowly with fewer gatherings and celebrations. It picks up speed as families settle into neighborhoods and routines,  and it is full force as all of the kids are enter school, play sports, participate in clubs, etc.

Within that group, there are 2 girls with whom I am relatively close. We used to get together a lot on our own, or sometimes with our families, or at the very least, email quite a bit. That is different now. Each of us has 3 kids. They both work outside the home, in addition to having their families. I have chaos..they have chaos….we are lucky to see each other once every few months. It makes me a little sad..I miss our chats..

I have meant to reach out to them, but got too wound up in my own “shtuff”. Sometimes the “shtuff” leads to inertia, to isolation…and once out of the habit of regularly communicating, it becomes easier and easier to just let it slide…

On Saturday, during which I was feeling particularly blue, my one friend, G, reached out via email. That perked me right up. I think I may have smiled. I eagerly replied. Then D reached out, too. While we basically gave highlights and overviews, it was great to be in touch. It was great to connect with my old friends.

Throughout our conversation, we mentioned getting together again. We are hoping to go to dinner in February…because that is the first time all of our schedules are open. I am looking forward to that. A night where we can be those 3 young girls again, giggling, chatting, staying out as late as we please. (So what if that now means 10:00…)

So, while I sometimes feel like driftwood in the sea of life, I am glad that occasionally I get reeled in again to be part of the group. Being with old friends is comforting…it’s familiar…it’s what I need.

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