Ok so I’m currently sat in our hotel room at Butlins, Bognor Regis. We have been here since 12pm Monday. We’ve had 36 hours of fun filled exhausting adventures and activities.
Quality time spent with friends.
New friendships made.
Old ones nurtured.
We have laughed, cried, smiled, chinwagged, reminisced, discussed, planned amongst other things.
So where am I going with this post if NOT about the Mad Awards quite yet?
Well I’m going down the route of friends.Friends. Those special people who walk into our lives and touch our hearts, who offer us a shoulder to cry on when we need it and who laugh with us at the good times, they pick us up when we are down and they are a crutch when we need support.
Yet how often do we take these friends for granted? I know I do. Far too much. My best mate came to Butlins with us. There are many reasons why I invited her and when thinking who I’d like to come with me she was the first person that popped into my head. For the past 10+ years she has stuck by my side through thick and thin. She has born the brunt of me telling her I was pregnant at 16 whilst she was standing at a cashpoint, thats a whole other story. And yet I take her for granted, maybe because she has always been there and so I worry about watering those new friendships, knowing that she is always going to be there. And today I was reminded that actually those older more developed friendships with their roots firmly in the ground still need love and attention. They still need water. They still need food. And sunlight. Or else they dont survive and they die and fall down.
All too often my time with my best friend is spent with Simba, not exactly hard to see why, I’m a single parent after all. And I know she understands this. She dotes upon him like a godmother and buys him amazing birthday and christmas presents that he always loves. She can go months without seeing him *Because shes at uni* and he will still run into her arms when he sees her again without batting an eyelid.
But having this little man around sometimes makes it extremely hard to talk. Like actually, talk.
She knows my deepest darkest secrets, she was the only person I properly spoke to following my miscarriage, everyone else seemed disinterested other than Mum and I couldnt talk to her because I knew how much she was hurting.
And so it was Bex. She has always been there. Whenever I have needed her. If not physically then at the end of the phone or the computer. All too often it is her I turn to first when there is any news.
She gives me the most amazing hugs and we have our own little snuggles, I can cuddle up with her on the sofa and watch a DVD and feel so loved and comforted just by her presence.
I write this as I watch her sleeping, after an emotional day together but one that i think has been good for us, at least I hope so. I love her to bits after all. There really is nothing that I wouldnt do for her. Although dont tell her that 😉
And so this soppy post shall end. But I want you all to remember that as much as we may have new friendships, ones where we are discovering things about one another and learning about our lives and planting those first roots in the ground to someone else becoming part of our circle. But equally those who have been there for us through thick and thin, who have held us as we have sobbed, who have swum in our river of tears and who have nursed us when we were sick, those are the friendships that need nurturing. Loving. Time. Effort. Energy. Because without it those friendships will falter. And that is something that as a long term friend you just shouldnt allow to happen.
Friends. Always. Come. Before. Men. Fact. – Thats always been the motto I have tried to live by, not always successfully, but I have tried.