Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Trash isn't exactly an auspicious beginning for a lifelong friendship, but in this case, that's exactly what happened. That little girl, whose birthday was just two weeks before mine, became my constant playmate. We must have been a funny sight -- with her dark hair and chubby cheeks, she was almost two of little bright blonde-haired me, with my ribs showing and my scrawny, bony elbows and knees. She thinned out as she got older, but more differences emerged: She loved fairy-tale princesses, Polly Pocket, and never wanted to get dirty. I loved Ninja Turtles, Legos, sports, and pretending I was a Native American. She needed extra help reading in elementary school, while I panicked the teachers and principal by leaving 1st grade at a 7th-grade reading level. (They freaked out because there were no books in the school library at my reading level, but my mom and I just carted home laundry baskets full from the library!)
None of that mattered though; we just grew closer and closer as time flew. Both only children, we figured we were meant to be each other's sisters. Summer days were all spent together, laughing in the pool as we became dolphins and whales. At recess, we became Tecumseh (at that point, I always wanted to be a boy) and his sister Tecumapese. Unless we were being horses... or shooting "smart missiles" at Sadam Hussein (it was Desert Storm, after all)... or running from an imaginary giant "blob" that menaced us from the top of the school... or being Laura and Mary Ingalls...
Middle school was full of sleepovers and boys and lots of giggling. But then one day in 8th grade, the phone rang and it was my "sister" with some very scary news. How could my best friend in the world have cancer? We were only 13. And ovarian cancer at that -- not especially common anyway, and extremely rare in teens. All of a sudden I was visiting the hospital, holding her skeleton arm as another friend held the other arm, giving her enough support to walk with tiny steps around the hallway of her floor. I watched all that silky black hair fall out, helped her pick out hats to go with her different outfits. Somehow I knew though (or just kept hoping): she couldn't die. She had so much life left to live.
And she lived and thrived and healed! We got to giggle our way through marching band and A.P. Lit and senior prom, together. We got to visit each other at college, join the same band sorority at our different colleges, meet boyfriends and fiances, and be maid- and matron-of-honor at each other's weddings.
And now today, the best news of all: she's a mom! My wonderful "sister", who beat cancer with a smile on her face, has brought a beautiful new baby girl into the world! (After 23 hours of labor at that, just to prove her strength!) My best friend is a mom. It doesn't seem real. That little girl I played with all those years now has a little girl of her own! I can't wait to meet her.
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Wonderful What a great story. It gave me a shiver of joy when you said she was a mom. And now, you aren't just a "sister", you're an "aunt" too!ReplyDelete
Thanks for sharing
What a special life-long friend you have! Your story gave me goosebumps by the time I got to the end. I hope she lives close enough that you can meet this special baby.ReplyDelete
You wrote such a sweet story about your life-long friend. I wish her all the best -- now go see that baby! ;)ReplyDelete