What Hasn’t Changed

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There once were three girls — Jen, Jen and Erin from Erin. Their story began in first grade. And has continued for 25 years.

In grade school we were a concentrated group. Several of only 30. There were babysitter’s clubs, Girl Scouts and soccer. Dances, movie theaters and skating rinks. Band class and plays. Carpooling in minivans, station wagons and trucks.

Sleepovers at parents’ houses, staying up all night talking about boys.
Fights with parents, fights with boys, fights with each other.
Friendly competition and teasing.
Uncontrollable laughter, adventures and tears.
Stranger-than-fiction situations that we find ourselves in.
We witnessed each other’s terrifying trials, and came together for resilient comebacks.

We came together.
And that hasn’t changed.

In high school we were among hundreds. There were math clubs, band classes and Model U.N. Dances, bus rides and wrestling meets. Soccer games, plays and student council. Driving ourselves in minivans, station wagons and trucks.

Sleepovers at parents’ houses, staying up all night talking about boys.
Fights with parents, fights with boys, fights with each other.
Friendly competition and teasing.
Uncontrollable laughter, adventures and tears.
Stranger-than-fiction situations that we find ourselves in.
We witnessed each other’s terrifying trials, and came together for resilient comebacks.

We came together.
And that hasn’t changed.

College brought the beginning of accustomed separation. Only quarterly meetings at best. Each of us apart and on our own. We were one in thousands. There were soccer games, plays and student government. Surprise visits, parties, Christmas and summer. Graduation and life paths begun.

Sleepovers at parents’ houses, staying up all night talking about boys.
Fights with parents, fights with boys, fights with each other.
Friendly competition and teasing.
Uncontrollable laughter, adventures and tears.
Stranger-than-fiction situations that we find ourselves in.

 

 

We witnessed each other’s terrifying trials, and came together for resilient comebacks.

We came together.
And that hasn’t changed.


Boyfriends come and gone, mates chosen and wedding days celebrated. The miraculous births of children.

Sleepovers at parents’ houses, staying up all night talking about boys.
Fights with parents, fights with boys, fights with each other.
Friendly competition and teasing.
Uncontrollable laughter, adventures and tears.
Stranger-than-fiction situations that we find ourselves in.
We witnessed each other’s terrifying trials, and came together for resilient comebacks.

We came together.
And that hasn’t changed.


A restorative four days. In the Catskills of upstate New York. In a scene plucked straight from a story book. With two dogs, a cat, a babbling brook. A mountain, all-day coffee, and reading nooks. Warm pumpkin bread, a Coach Mike, and a Captain Jack. A Will and a Peter Rabbit.

Our friendship, like a tree, has strong, deep roots. And branches that separate from the base. They go off in twisted, altering directions. Each branch is a path, a road. Yet one part of a life-sustaining whole.

We came together.

Some things never will change. And I thank God for that.

I thank God for them.


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6 responses »

  1. truly awesome!!!!! can i get this printed on a coffee mug?! so that i can read it with my home-brought tea!!! love love love ya’s!!!!!!!

  2. Pingback: The One in Which I Prepare for Vacation « On the Night You Were Born

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