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Some people count sheep, I try to remember old phone numbers. My Gram and Pop’s, my very first number, my college dorm, my sorority house, my first apartment, etc. When I get to my kids’ cell phone numbers, I’m usually snoring – which is a good thing, because I still haven’t quite memorized them, yet.
Mother of the year award for that revelation.
This time, I got sidetracked by an old phone number, that of my best friend in high school. I must have dialed that number fifty times a day, and there was no click on the name, it was a concentrated effort to press each and every single button. We had to work so much harder for everything some time ago. I got to thinking about her, about her amazing mom and the strange relationship she had with her stepfather who she called Mr. His-Last-Name. I realized that in the ten years we had been best friends, she had never talked to me about her Dad, nor had I asked. How could I not have asked about her Dad?
I must have been extremely superficial as a teenager to not have realized how important discussing that could have been for my friend.
We had been thrown together as the leftovers of two best friends who had changed paths in life. Our first best friends had basically left us high and dry when they changed middle schools at the end of the first year. Only, not only had my best friend changed schools, but I had changed schools as well, so I was in double difficulty. Needy. New school, no friends, desperate. My new best friend and I found each other, played the same sports in high school, stalked the same guys, shared our first cigarette together- the ¾ smoked slim, brown cigarette her mom had left in an ashtray in the bathroom, and exchanged tampons in crisis situations.
While those girlfriend moments truly last a lifetime, she was not my soulmate. I loved her, but she was not the girlfriend who truly caused me to look at me, and grow. I met my soulmate girlfriend working at a summer camp. We got fake ids, hit the bars, maybe drank a beer the entire night, danced on tables, kissed guys, worked double shifts at the same restaurant to afford fun, clothes, and money for college, and attended every single home baseball game for one entire summer straight, collecting balls that the pitchers would throw us from the bullpen. We would laugh hysterically every time a guy would introduce themselves to her without quite looking her in the eyes, glance at me and say, “Oh, you have a pretty smile.” Everyone should live that parenthesis in life.
Everyone should also have a best girlfriend that says, “Leeeeeet’s roadtrip!” We once took a week off from our waitressing jobs, climbed into her three door Ford, packed the car with water, bathing suits, crackers and grape jelly and headed for Key West. She tortured me with 24 hours of show tunes – oldies but goodies that even my Mother had never heard; I finally drew the line at right wing talk radio, and managed to compromise when she found a station that played James Taylor. When I took over the wheel, she fell asleep and I jammed to Nirvana and old school rap for a good 40 minutes before she woke up complaining of a headache. I 95 can be extremely long in certain circumstances.
We spent a couple of hours on the road talking guys. She had a new one who she loved, they had actually had sex on the 50 yard line of our University football stadium. I never truly believed people actually did that, yet she had. I’m not exactly sure that would be something to one day tell her daughter, but I loved the story. He made her feel loved, and she needed to feel loved. She deserved both: to love and to feel loved.
So many thoughts passed through my mind before I got to my kids’ telephone numbers, and as the thoughts got deeper and deeper, I came to the awareness that there are some moments in our lives where our need to feel loved is greater than our need to give love. Sometimes, that moment where we need to feel loved, is not always the best moment to meet that man of our lives, but the moment when we need to love ourselves…ourselves, even if all of our friends are already married and having babies.
Then, there is the coasting moment, when you feel like everything in your life is just fine and dandy, but you aren’t truly living. You’re smoking a ¾ smoked slim, brown cigarette, observing without seeing, letting talk radio go in one ear and out the next while waiting in the carpool line in oversized sweats as you sip your Grande S’mores Frappuccino. When your seasoned curly fries start tasting like normal fries, you’ve lost your you.
Heads up, because that’s the moment Mr. Soulmate enters the room, and you find yourself questioning your marriage, your existence, and the cruise control lifestyle you’ve created. Instead of searching Pinterest for a fun activity you can do with the kids on a rainy day, you find yourself searching for an explanation quote.
And you find it:
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.” – Elizabeth Gilbert
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