In the midst of packing up our home, I found myself surrounded by cardboard boxes, a scenario I preferred over mediating disputes between my children. As I unearthed the last box from the back of the closet, a rush of nostalgia flooded over me. Inside were tokens from adventures shared with my closest friends—pictures from our university days, handwritten letters, and keepsakes from unforgettable spring breaks. This box encapsulated years of camaraderie, but it was merely the beginning of our story.
Our friendship blossomed in dormitories, and now it has evolved into a beautiful tapestry woven through voicemails, emails, texts, and, when fate allows, face-to-face meetings. We’ve stepped into the roles of mothers, a transition that could easily engulf us in the demands of parenting. It’s tempting to let calls and texts go unanswered amidst the chaos of laundry, sick kids, and endless meal prep. Yet, for us, the challenges of life—whether they involve children, careers, or relocations—serve not as reasons to drift apart, but as invitations to strengthen our bond.
There was a time when we let life’s busyness create distance, but we soon realized that waiting for the perfect moment to reconnect was futile. We needed to actively nurture our friendship. Motherhood has not hindered our relationship; in fact, it has fortified it.
You will always be my girls.
I pledge to be there for you, to share tears and laughter, to embrace joy and support you through challenges. My childhood memories include moments spent on my grandfather’s lap, where he imparted wisdom about friendship: “If you have five true friends in your life, consider yourself fortunate.” I once thought five didn’t seem like a lot, but as I navigate adulthood, I understand the depth of his words. I cherish these women with whom I can laugh until I cry and cry until I laugh. They are my girls.
Distance, time, or life circumstances will never diminish our connection. Girlfriends remind us of the parts of ourselves we may overlook, helping us reclaim our identities amid the whirlwind of motherhood. In our gatherings, we embrace vulnerability, revealing truths that may remain hidden from the outside world.
We uplift one another, building confidence and providing support as we navigate life’s hurdles. We discuss our struggles, including feelings of inadequacy, reassuring one another that we are anything but ordinary. Each encounter is so enriching that I often worry we won’t create better memories than those we currently share, yet we always manage to surpass our previous experiences.
After our latest weekend together, we stood beside the car, suitcases leaning against us, tears flowing as we expressed how much each of us mattered. In that moment, I noticed a woman watching from a distance, a smile on her face. She saw what we all aspire to find—genuine friendship.
As we parted ways at the airport, I knew we would soon dive back into the rhythm of parenting—no leisurely mornings with coffee, no late-night talks over too many glasses of wine. But deep down, I was certain that nothing could sever our bond. You will always be my girls—just a phone call, email, or text away, no matter the miles between us.
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In summary, the essence of friendship remains, transcending the trials of life and motherhood. Our bonds grow stronger, reminding us that no matter the distance or circumstances, we will always have each other.
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