I’ve had some really good, quality time with close friends this weekend.
Because the catch-ups took place at friends’ homes, I didn’t have to compete with loud music, or interruptions from restaurant waiting staff, or my feet screaming from lack of stiletto support.
Instead, my feet were tucked comfortably in lumberjack socks and flat, large-soled boots, and consequently my head was focussed one hundred percent on the conversations at hand.
It was just plain old good times with not-so-plain old friends. ‘Old’ being the appropriate word. Because these friends date back to primary and high school. Best friends. Old friends.
I am very fortunate to regularly experience the warmth that lies in creating new connections and friendships. It happens often, through my travels and work, neighbours and sport. Names and phone numbers are exchanged and social times soon become shared. Strangers transform to acquaintances and acquaintances transform to friends.
Though nothing, I think, can replace history.
These old friends knew me when I wore a school uniform. When I would fall and scrape my knee on a netball court. When I was caught taking detours on the way to school so we could meet with boys from our neighbouring school. When I dropped out of school. When I lost my first love to another girl. When I lost my brother to suicide. And now as I’m losing my Mum to dementia. They’ve been present.
We are not all the same. We are all very different.
There’s been marriages. There’s been divorces. There’s been births and there’s been funerals. There are those of us who have children nearing the end of their teenage years and there are those with toddlers. And then there’s those of us that are childless.
We really are a diverse mix.
But we have history and this binding thing called Siena College. We weren’t even all in the same class. But we hung out and we bonded and somehow we have managed to maintain the bond far beyond school.
I know that the mums amongst us are trying to impart the importance of school friendships to our children. It is rare what we have. We are sisters who will always be there for each other. It is not something you can teach your child with words but I believe the fact that we as friends have been in these children’s lives from their birth until now, and forever no doubt, speaks far louder than words.
We are friends.
Old is good.