It is hard to make 7th graders understand that the friends they have now, aren’t they same friends they are going to have ten years from now. Teaching 7th grade, I deal with A LOT of drama. Girls are so incredibly wicked to each other. I try to explain that it seems big now, but these relationships aren’t the ones that matter...they aren’t worth crying over. I understand that they are hurt, and that is all that matters right now...so I just comfort them and try to sort out the drama with the abuser on the other end.
In the 9th grade, I started a private school. I didn’t know anyone at this school. I was uncomfortable in my own skin. I can’t remember exactly how she came into my life, but I just remember her being there. There were only about 25 girls in my grade and she was one of them. She was stunning. Brown hair and big beautiful green eyes. She instantly was my confidante, supporter, and friend. This is my Brunette BFF. We had sleepovers, and my parents adored her. We were inseparable for two years. We were on the drill team together, we skipped class together, we laugh together, and we cry together. She tells me what's right and wrong when I don't want to hear it. Two years in the private school, then I went back to a public school for my 11th grade year.
When I was in the 11th grade, I walked into the first day of an Economics 101 class. I sat down at a round table. I was the second kid in the classroom. I didn’t have any friends, because I was new to this school. I sat there and watched the classroom fill up. My table was being avoided. Then a beautiful blond girl came and sat down at my table across from me. She introduced herself. We were instantly best friends. She had just moved from Indiana, so she too was alone in a school of 4,000. She was alone, and I was alone. We both needed each other. This delightful woman is Blond BFF. We had jobs together, and spend every weekend together...also inseparable. This woman held my hand as I gave birth to the twins for my second surrogacy. I was there for the birth of her two kids, holding her hand. Our senior year, she went back to Indiana, and we were apart for the four years she went to college. When she graduated, I was going through a rough time. I was divorced and a single parent. She knew I needed her. She moved across the country to live with me and help me.
These two magnificent women were put into my life at different times. God knew when I needed them, and he brought them to me. They are so different from each other, yet they are perfect for me. It is strange how when one leaves for a while, the other shows up. I have been best friends with Brunette BFF for 18 years and Blond BFF for 16 years. They both have different attributes that make them special to me. Blond BFF is one I know I could call and say, "I need you now," and she would come...no questions asked. Yet over the last two years, I have grown closer to Brunette BFF. When I need to cry, she listens. When I need to vent, she listens. When I just need to hear part of Texas, she gives that to me. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have these two women as part of my life, but I am thankful for them. I am thankful that I have someone who I can pick up the phone and call when I need to be heard. I am thankful that I have someone that would drop everything and come to me if I asked tomorrow. Who can say they have those kind of people in their lives?
I dedicate my letter “K” to these two women, because their names begin with the letter. Thank you for everything you have done for me. Blond BFF, thank you for moving across the country for me. Brunette BFF, thank you for picking up the phone every other day when I need someone to talk to. You are both so special to me, and I thank God every day for placing you in my path.
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