We all have childhood friendships. Sometimes they last and sometimes they don’t. Sometimes it’s because you move far away or maybe there was a tragic accident. We all have had them. We all have had that childhood friend that we thought would be by our side forever.
Please note this is a photo by me of my son & nephew
Growing up our parents remind us how important it is to stay young and enjoy our childhood because it doesn’t last. They tell us how being an adult just down right sucks. The tell us how paying the bills basically sucks balls and how they have to go to work all the time to pay the damn bills when they would rather be home. But, do we actually listen? Not really!
Who wanted to deal with homework and curfews? How about doing chores? We wanted to do what we wanted, when we wanted and how we wanted. We saw that was what our parents could do and that is why we often wanted to grow up so fast. What sucks is they even warn us about bills and working but it never sinks in.
I moved in my childhood home not long before my first birthday and my best friend lived right next door. We shared a top step! I always thought we would be inseparable. I thought we would grow up together, always be best friends and share all of our secrets. I thought we would be the friends that had our children around the same time.
But, there is this thing called life and well… shit happens…
We didn’t go to the same school but we still made sure to hang out and stay close even though we did have different groups of friends from school. We managed to make it work and still be best friends. We hung out and I remember this one time my mom did like this mini photo-shoot with us around my house and on my deck! It was so much fun! We literally sat on the side of the deck… Ahh the thought of that makes my heart race.
With growing up, we change. People change. There is nothing we can do about it. It’s part of finding out who we are and where we belong. It sucks, but its life and we have to accept change in order to survive.
We changed. She was growing up like a typical girl. Starting to like boys and make up and all the girly things I wasn’t into. I think this is about when we started to drift apart. Something I thought would never happen.
My parents separated and decided to sell our home. We moved away. Not far, but far enough that we wouldn’t be seeing each other much because we were just kids. Not like we could just hop in a car and go see each other.
I felt guilty for so long because I left her. I left my best friend behind and I didn’t do anything to stay in contact with her. I didn’t do it on purpose but I did it. I had so much going on that I didn’t know what I was going to do and I still feel so bad for not being there for her when she needed me. Or what I like to think is that she could have used my help and I wasn’t there. I should have been there but I wasn’t.
I hated that we grew up and I hated that we separated and just weren’t close anymore. I never thought this is something that would have happened to us. She was my best friend, she was my family!
I eventually moved back home. We got in touch with each other but didn’t make many plans. And then it happened…
I got pregnant and my world was falling apart once again. I didn’t know what I was going to do or how to deal with everything. Time passed and I had my son. She came to the hospital to meet the new love of my life and her Godson.
Things got better for us. We spent more time together and she helped me out with rides here and there. I felt like we were close again! I felt maybe our friendship was off the rocks and back to smooth sailing. But again, Life happened and we have to go with the flow.
We haven’t been in touch in the last few years and some things had happened and my feelings were hurt. But I got over it and I wish I had told her I wasn’t mad but I didn’t. And I regret that.
She recently contacted me and it got me thinking about childhood friendships.
Does she know I care? Does she know how much I miss her? Does she understand things from my side? Does she miss us? How is she doing? What are her plans for the future? Will she be going back to school? When will we see each other? Will we make amends? Will my son remember her? Will my son get to know her?
All I can do is hope that she knows I care and know that I will always be here for her in whatever way I can be. She will always be my best friend. My childhood best friend, my family! I will always love her like a sister! And will always hope the best for her and her family!
What happened to your childhood bestie? Did you survive growing up or end up going your separate ways? Is there something you wish you could of done different to make it work? Do you miss them? What are your thoughts?