Dear Best Friend.
You thought this was going to be another letter right from mama’s heart, didn’t you? Well, it is and it’s not. Let me explain:
I’m a mom. That means that in order to be my best friend (gosh, I’m using that term lightly here) you have to have kids that are relatively close in age to my kids. And not be too big of a bitch. (But kinda bitchy, it’s called balance) And not be judgmental. That’s three qualities that I need from you to be my friend. Do you know how hard it is to find anyone that meets those (3) measly little things’? Harder than you’d think.
So when I met Karen, I was skeptical. I mean look at her.
Now let me tell you why my gut instinct of “not gonna happen” was flat out wrong, and why we are now best friends.
- We are polar opposites on most things and exactly the same on others. For example; she was brought up with religion in her home, and the most I had been my baptism and a few Christmas mass.
- She’s from the south, so naturally, she has manners and uses them often. For a long time, her son called me Miss M. I, however, don’t often think before I speak and I’m pretty loud.
- She is so organized!!! If you took a glimpse into her craft closet, you would see neatness and order. Totes for the big stuff like fabric and the like, and Ziploc bags to keep all the glitter and paint brushes together. If you look in mine? Ha, I don’t even have one. It’s my bedroom. Part of it will be in a big messy craft bag, while there’s a chance that I stuffed it in one of my dresser drawers.
Oh, but we are so alike, it is kinda scary. Maybe we were separated at birth???
- We both love our littles so much, but sometimes, they make us want to think about the baby drop at the local fire station. (they take kids of all ages right?)
- Super sensitive. But hard on the outside. I have only seen my bestie cry less than a handful of times. You know why? She’s tuff.
- We like our men hairy. Haha. I know that got your attention. No, we look at our men and think, “There’s a good looking rugged man.” Let me further explain, they have beards. And we love it.
She is a mean ass cook (literally and figuratively) and knows how to eat. She absolutely will not sugar coat anything (ever, so don’t ask her too) and she loves all my family like they were born to hers. Karen has supported each thing and endeavor I have ever even thought of. Actually, she is the one who has pushed me to start my blog.
If soul mates can be unromantic, then she is mine. And that saying “ god made us friends because he knew our parents couldn’t handle us as sisters” is the most real thing I have ever heard. I don’t believe that if she suddenly dumped my friendship that I would be OK. I know I wouldn’t.
Miss Karen, thank you for sticking this out. Thank you for showing me my worth. And thank you for being my soul sister.