You’re lucky in life if your childhood best friend is still there 30 years later. You’re even more lucky if your new born child is one of the first people they open their eyes up to. Having your most important human being in the arms of now your bumped down second most important human being is breath taking. You sit there in awe, you’ve both come so far. And then it happens. Every moment your best friend and you have ever shared come in floods of your memory. Every laugh, every cry, and every year you grew as friends.
As girls, we dreamed of a big house built for two families. We wanted to live in the middle of nowhere. Nicer weather for your health and a full-size farm in our backyard. But not without an in-ground pool I begged for. You agreed of course. Our children were going to be raised on modern elegance and country gravel. My expertise on decorating and creativity from me. While your good values and country morals taught our children how to bath in the sun and get a little dirty. But you’re not the one holding my baby girl.
We dreamed about just getting old. Nothing more to it then living in the now rather than the future. Our high school selves running around like idiots up the halls. Throwing back shots in your kitchen at 14 and getting yelled at for throwing spaghetti in class. We promised; you promised you’d never leave.
But as of right now, you’re not the one holding my son.
Last but not least, we dreamed of getting out of this place we called home for so many years. We were going to be better than our parents by a land slide. I decided I wanted to deliver children for a living. I promised you the care and honor of delivering your children. For you, you said my children’s teeth would glisten from a mile away. We were set. There was nothing in our way. There was no way in a million years our friendship could have taken a turn for the worse because we were so in sync. You said we were going to be friends forever.
But you are not the one holding my new born child right now.
Sadly, for some of you, your chapters in my life have come to an end. And for the better. You are not who I in vision as my side kick anymore, my friend. I thought at one point the world couldn’t go on without us as a duo. It’s all okay. I’m here to say that to the friend I thought my children would one day call aunt, Good-Bye.
