As I get older I realise that many friendships fall by the wayside. Some it’s no big deal as we grow apart. Some I’m sad about. Many of the latter is due to working full time, missing out on weekday meet ups, and family time being the priority for others at weekends. But my best friend from uni is still there throughout.
Bizarrely we rarely see or speak to each other throughout the year. We try and meet up 2 or 3 times, and speak a similar frequency on the phone. We’re total opposites when it comes to social media with me on everything, and my friend not on any of it. Add to that she’s very good about ignoring her mobile, so we’re reliant on cramming as much as possible into our meet ups.
A couple of weeks ago N and I headed up north to visit her and take our boys to Geronimo Festival. She’s N’s godmother, and her son’s my godson. With 2 years between them, the boys get on well.
We were lucky with the weather, and we first spent some time pottering in the garden, then went off to the park. N wanted to take his micro scooter which I’m always pleased about – it means he’ll go further than if he walked.
The playground was busy as expected on a sunny warm Saturday, so we wandered through the park to another play area.
I don’t know why, but we always end up with oddballs approaching us. This one was a boy of around 11 or 12, toting a surprisingly real looking toy gun, leather jacket, jogging trousers and sunglasses, warning people he didn’t want to shoot and to look the other way in an aggressive manner. A little disturbing and the type of thing that my friend worries about for her son in years to come, when peer pressure and the high proportion of deprived areas near their home come into the mix. N on the other hand didn’t bat an eyelid and just carried on going down the slide.
An ice cream and playground stop later and we were ready to go home stopping off for daisy picking and a walk through a subway with some great artwork.
What’s great about seeing my best friend is how it’s like we’ve never been apart, and how easily we slip into discussions where we left off. We didn’t really get much chance to arrange our 40th birthday weekend later in the year but we certainly caught up on a lot of other topics.
Needless to say, N was up at the crack of dawn both mornings we were there. On the bank holiday I sent him downstairs to play at 5.30 so I could get some more sleep. That was fine until I heard him call out ‘Mama’ a couple of times, and went downstairs to find him cowering on the sofa. He’d heard something and got scared because he thought it was a monster walking around. After that, breakfast was on the cards.
A brief morning of fun with the boys building and mending my godson’s huge box house and foam blocks, and it was soon time for us to go back home.
It’s not often that N is the eldest one when playing with others so it was a good experience for him to naturally be in charge, listened to and looked up to. Although he played very nicely, allowing my godson to make suggestions for their ‘game’ too.
It was a lovely weekend, nice to spend time with my best friend and her family, and brilliant to be able to spend a good amount of time outside in the sun. Hopefully we’ll try and meet up halfway like we often do at Trentham Gardens, before our 40ths come around.
How often do you see your best friends? How long have you known them?
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