If you are lucky, you will have good friends who have been with you for 10 years. If you are really lucky, they have been around even longer. Today I am incredibly thankful for the people who have been in my life for so long that I remember what they looked like before puberty hit. Before their first driver’s license picture was taken. Before dating. For my boys, I wish them a lifetime of friendship with each other. They will be built-in besties forever, which is a true blessing. I hope they periodically recognize that and appreciate one another.
Outside of family, I wish for them a close ring of friends who feel like family. Call them at any hour for help, and they will be grateful that you called. Open their fridge without asking permission. Borrow a book, or a shirt, or a full suite of furniture and not feel like asking is an imposition. Give them your car for a week without asking why they need it. It doesn’t matter how you meet these people– in elementary school or your college quad at 3:00 am–all that matters is that they are one of your tribe, your pack. Same stripes, same swish of the tail, same howl into the night.
If the boys have the kinds of friends I have had, they will have won the friendship lottery. The long memories of a true friend will preserve everything–the good, the ugly, the embarrassing. They are the scrapbook that you leaf through while reminiscing over wine–a priceless, smile-inducing stroll through your youth.
I’m assigning you the first-ever 2under1 homework assignment. Pick a dear friend and call this week. Not email, not Facebook post, CALL. Tell him or her how much you appreciate the laughter, support, and the bail money. Both of you will be glad you did.