Carousel Of Friends

According to my father, you can count your true friends on one hand.  There were a lot of things my folks said that are just now starting to resonate. Guess I should log this away for my future self that parenting isn’t synonymous with instant gratification. Here comes your validation, Dad: You were right. 

A Once Social Butterfly

Middle and high school, man oh man, was I rambunctious! And, not surprising, I had a gaggle of friends. Dad laid down this gem on me and I was flabbergasted. Did he not see the Best Friends Forever charm necklace I was wearing?

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Yeah. We were cool. Real cool.

And then came college and hanging out was the curriculum. While I didn’t admit it to myself, my wide net of close-knit friends were getting more intimate.

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Together we could do anything. Like cram for an exam or beer pong.

Then graduation came, I got hitched, and moved across country. And goramit (if you get that reference and think it’s awesome, you cool. We can hang.), it is so much harder to make friends as an adult especially when you’ve left all your social circles behind.

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Meeting new people and trying to make friends as an adult does take some courage.

Friendships Are Hard

I’m adulting now and there are benefits like happy hours and going out for a dance class if I want to. Now wait a minute! Creating and maintaining friendships feels a lot like work. Remember the whole I’m an adult now, thing? Well, there are some drawbacks: chores (that apparently never go away), working for that paycheck, hanging with the hubbs (less adulting and more because I want to, hence why I married him).

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Excuses, excuses and more lame excuses.

I don’t have the time to cultivate the friendships that came so easily before.

Ephinany time! (Sing like “Hammer Time”!) Perhaps the friendships that came together so effortlessly before also fell by the wayside just as easily because the bonds were superficial.  The hard work to make a friendship special also makes it more like that the relationship will last.

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And that’s why the next part stings.

Saying Goodbye And Thanks For All The Fish Memories

I’ve had some friendships that just abruptly stopped. Maybe I got dumped. Maybe things changed in their or our lives and we just weren’t compatible. “But what about all that time I invested?!”, my ego wants to shout.

Well, bringing it full circle, I guess those folks just won’t be counted off on my right hand. And that’s OK.

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Peace comes from within

And so now I offer up some reconciliation (to myself):

Dear former friend – we don’t talk anymore and I miss that. I miss the varied topics we’d discuss and how you challenged me as a person. I miss that this chapter in our lives is over but I’m OK with it now. I want to thank you for all the lovely memories and all the lessons you’ve imparted.  My wish for you is that you are healthy, happy and at peace. 

Sincerely,

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Blog In Transition (Also fun with memes!)

Hi Blogging Family! I’ve been staying away because I’m going through some changes. Mostly, pregnancy. Ok, it’s just pregnancy.  But, I think we can agree that’s a pretty monumental change.

Also, do you get the title? “Blog in transition.” It’s a labor and delivery joke.

Yeah …

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What’s The Big Deal? There Are Tons Of Mommy Bloggers Out There

True, voice in my head. True. However, we can’t deny some trepidation on my part.

While I’ve never thought I’d be able to understand the mindset of a cold-footed groomsmen, perhaps there’s some kinship there as what I’m feeling can be summed up like so:  This new life change will be (as I’m told) so incredible and “for the better” in ways that I cannot even imagine, however my identity as Littlest Martha, blogger and writer (among other things), will cease to exist.

Soon I’ll just be: “So-and-so’s mom.”

Is that such a terrible thing? No, certainly not. Of course not. Oh my gosh, no.

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Wow. I just said that. I articulated this really scary and selfish thought that I may have peaked. This new person will be the best thing I will do with my life.  Child Protective Services are standing by, aren’t they?

On the one hand, I’m right. This new person will be the best thing in my life. I know this now and I’ve not even met him yet. On the other hand, there is a realization that perhaps I should have worked harder on my personal goals (will that book ever be published now?), as my only legacy will be my child.

 Misadventures A Plenty

Maybe I’m looking at this the wrong way. While I’m not saying that having a child is like life giving you lemons (because I wholly understand the blessing it is to even be able to carry a child!), but let’s make some lemonade here when it comes to new blog content. One core theme of this blog has been sharing my misadventures and I’m sure with becoming a new parent I’ll find myself in some sort of mishap or another.

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 What About The Boy’s Opinion

This blog has been about my experiences and that felt good. Yup, that worked just fine. But now that’s all going to change. I’ll share funny and embarrassing stories for our enjoyment (mostly mine), but what about the boy’s opinion? What about protecting his identity? Will he one day wake up and realize all the things I’ve been writing about him without his knowledge or permission? Is that my right as his mom and for all I’ve had to do, and would do again, to bring him here?  How do other bloggers (moms and dads) work that one out?

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No, seriously. I don’t know the answer to this one and would love it if people could comment with their opinions.

Going To Make This Work

Well, with everything else in my life I am going to figure this out and make it work. So, blogging family, thank you for being here and reading my silly rants and sharing your thoughts. It means the world to me.

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