Dear Chloe,
I never anticipated that dropping my son off at your son’s 10th birthday sleepover would leave me feeling so emotional. After the lively group of kids dashed off to engage in Nerf gun battles, you invited me to stay for our usual cocktail and catch-up. Eager to join in, I brought the wasabi peas and pita chips to the back patio, where a bottle of chilled prosecco awaited us, alongside the birthday boy’s root beer.
As I settled in, my eyes caught sight of the chaise longues tucked away in the corner. In that moment, I was transported back to when our little ones, you know, your son and mine, used to sit there together, their baby chubbiness evident as they munched on Goldfish. I reflected on how our boys were born just 10 days apart and how this summer marked a decade of their friendship. Overcome by nostalgia, I fanned away a few tears with a chip, blaming my emotional reaction on the wasabi peas.
Once I regained my composure, we raised our glasses to celebrate our sons’ entrance into double digits. Amidst the festivities, I overlooked an equally important toast: our own 10 years of friendship.
Our first encounter took place at The Newcomers Club Mommy and Me. I showed up as a non-member, and you arrived late. The other moms likely noticed both of us. There I was—a frumpy, postpartum version of myself—watching from the sofa as you and your energetic little guy, both clad in blue, effortlessly mingled with the crowd. When the crowd thinned, you settled onto the rug near my feet, where my sleeping infant lay.
Any postpartum blues and exhaustion you might have felt were overshadowed by your excitement to connect with other adults. Your warm introduction shattered my insecurities and made me feel at ease. I saw you as positive, easygoing, and kind, and I hoped we could become friends.
While the Newcomers eventually parted ways, our friendship has remained steadfast through the years. Even when our boys entered a phase where playdates became challenging due to their squabbles, we ensured that our own friendship didn’t fade. When I had my second child, you surprised me at the hospital with sea salt brownies for me and open arms for my new little one, even though our dynamic had shifted. When we moved in the dead of winter, you made the trek to visit our new home before I had even unpacked a single box, despite the inconvenience. And six years ago, as you embarked on starting your own business while pursuing your dream job, you still made time to uplift and support my passions, even after you landed that coveted position and returned to full-time work.
A simple glance at my Wonder Woman Lego keychain, my “Believe” Giving Keys necklace, or the golden clutch you gifted me for my 40th birthday is enough to remind me of your thoughtfulness, generosity, integrity, determination, creativity, and loyalty—qualities I deeply admire in you and that you have instilled in your son.
One unexpected joy of motherhood has been finding you as a friend. So, on this milestone of our friendship—our aluminum anniversary—I raise my glass to you. Thank you for being the real deal.
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Summary: This heartfelt letter reflects on the enduring friendship between two mothers, celebrating a decade of shared experiences and support, while also expressing gratitude for the invaluable connection formed through motherhood.
Keyphrase: True Friendship in Motherhood
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