Dear Moms of My Sons’ Friends:
I admit I felt trepidation about meeting you. It was like a blind date, and the person setting it up was Great Aunt Bertie who has the sugars and farts like the Beefareeno horse in “Seinfeld.”
My sons love your sons and want to be with them all the time.
But what if I thought you were pretentious or annoying?
What if I hated you?
What if you hated me?
Following blind dating rules, we agreed to meet in a neutral place: Monkey Joe’s. The skating rink. Bowling.
We shyly introduced ourselves. We talked about neutral topics such as the school our boys attend. You laughed at one of my sarcastic remarks.
I dared to hope there was more where that came from.
We became Facebook friends. The boys and I came over to your house. Or you and your boys came over to mine. The kids had sleepovers. We updated each other via text or photos via Messenger.
We used each other as a touchstone for normalcy: “Yeah? ME TOO!”
Suddenly, we were making plans independent of the boys. They didn’t need to ask to get together because we already were.
During this holiday season when you are doing so much for everyone else, let me take a moment of your time to tell you how much I appreciate you for being you. For being cool. For being my friend too.
Love,
Beth
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