I was never a “girl’s girl”. I hung out with the guys in high school, which meant I was never well-liked by jealous bitches…I mean, lovely fellow female students. Ahem. I grew up in a very small town, I made myself an easy target by basically not caring. I had (and still have) two girlfriends with whom I was content to share my weekends and not share one bit of information with any other soul. I was not lonely, I did not long for a bigger circle, did not crave girl talk. Girls were not my cup of tea and that was fine with me.
Then I got married. Then I had a baby. And boy oh boy did I need me some girls to talk to!
I am immeasurably blessed to be surrounded by an incredibly solid foundation of people. My friend Brandy talked here about how having girlfriends is part of how she takes care of herself. I thought about that a lot after I read it. About how different my definition of “friends” is now from what it was 10 years ago. About how much it turns out I need girlfriends in my life. About how I’m a good girlfriend to my friends and how that looks in different circumstances. I thought about how I think of Brandy as one of my best friends…but I’ve never met her. I thought about how I reach for my phone to text Brandee when I know she’ll make me LOL with inappropriateness. How, at our last Cinco de Mayo get together, I sat around a group of grown ass women laughing til my back was sweating. And still when I ran down the stairs like a kid at Christmas when Jenifer surprised me last weekend, or how my heart thumps to see Amie’s baby’s feet on my fridge.
How naive I was to think I didn’t need this. All of this community that keeps me afloat and knows my secrets and keeps them for me. All of these women to come to my rescue and build me up when I’m torn right down to the floor. They come in all shapes and sizes- hell, most of them come in the shape of a square photo in my twitter stream and they are my guiltless go-to at my best and at my worst. I am never alone, and that feels incredible. My own self-built safety net of like-minded women…and some who think nothing like me and give me perspective. When I so recently really needed them, they came out in droves. They told me I’m normal, they told me I’m good, they told me they knew where I was coming from and have been there too. They put me back together.
I may not have time or money for all the Girls Night Outs I would like, I may not see some of my friends for weeks (or ever once), I hate the phone and ignore Facebook messages. But I’m handy on email, hit me up on Twitter, text me all the live long day. I’m low-maintenance and low-commitment. I’m also a lot of fun and willing to make an ass of myself for your enjoyment. And you? My lady friends? You complete me. Thanks for holding me up, for making me laugh, for making me cry, for making me feel like a million damn dollars when I’m clearly only a few thousand at best.
I wish I could group hug you all. You know who you are…and if you think I’m talking about you, you’re probably right. I like you. Thank you. ::so many high fives::