I am very fortunate. I have a lot of friends. At least I like to think I have a lot of friends. There are times when I feel really down and out and I wonder (as I am sure we all do sometimes) if I really have any real friends at all. I think in the land of the internet, friendships that aren’t that strong can seem stronger while those that seem weak are the strongest of all. Don’t get me wrong, I love some internet friends! But because there is space to think and breath and react (or not), sometimes it’s hard to know who your real friends are and who is just being polite.
Sunday I was reminded of true friendship when I saw two women I typically chat with online, in person. They looked at me and spoke right into my heart. They know me. And I am so thankful. And when I read comments here or on Twitter or Facebook from someone I might not have a chance to see in person, they lift me.
And it’s not all about me. My friends have shown me how to care for others. I consider myself fortunate to have friends who trust me to help carry their burdens. These women confide in me and pour out their hearts to me. It is an honor to be a friend. I want to be a better friend and truly care for the women I am blessed to know.
I think with age and life and kids, it can be so easy to fade into our own little bubble, keeping clean and tidy and not letting on any of our real problems to others. Being real is hard and it makes us feel vulnerable. But on the other side of that vulnerability, there is a friend. A friend who not only can help, but who needs to be needed just as I do. It’s a give and take and one of the most beautiful of them all.
Friends matter because no one should go it alone.
I am so glad that I don’t have to.