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An Open Letter to My Friend, the Real Treasure
Dear Sarah,
I never expected that dropping my son off at your son’s 10th birthday sleepover would leave me feeling so emotional. After the swarm of excited kids rushed off to engage in Nerf gun battles, you gently urged me to stay for our usual cocktail and some friendly conversation. Happy to oblige, I carried the wasabi peas and pita chips to the back patio, where a chilled prosecco awaited us alongside the birthday root beer.
As I settled in, my gaze fell upon the cozy chaise lounges tucked in the corner. In that moment, memories flooded back of our little ones—your son and mine—sitting there side by side, munching on Goldfish snacks. It struck me that they were born just ten days apart, and this summer marks a decade of their friendship. Embarrassed to show my emotions, I fanned my face with a chip and blamed my misty eyes on the wasabi peas.
Regaining my composure, I joined in the festivities. We poured the bubbly and raised our glasses to toast our sons’ milestone birthdays. Yet, amidst the celebration, I overlooked an equally significant toast: our 10 years of friendship.
We first met during a Newcomers Club Mommy and Me event. I arrived as a non-member, and you came in late. I could tell the other moms noted our awkward introductions. There I was, a frumpy version of myself, watching as you and your bouncy boy—both clad in blue—charmed the room, drawing everyone’s attention. When the crowd thinned, you settled down on the rug near my feet, where my sleeping infant lay.
Any postpartum blues or sleep deprivation you might have felt were overshadowed by the joy of being around understanding adults. Your warm introduction broke through my defenses, easing my new-mom insecurities. I thought you were kind and easygoing, and I hoped for a friendship.
The Newcomers eventually drifted apart, but we didn’t. Your friendship has remained steadfast, even when it felt like we might drift away. When our boys started clashing and we had to pause playdates, we made sure to keep our own connection strong. When I had my second child, you showed up at the hospital with sea salt brownies and open arms for him, adapting seamlessly to our changing dynamic. Even when we moved in the dead of winter, you came to check out our new place despite the longer drive. And when you embarked on starting a business while chasing your dream job, you still found time to uplift and support me in my own pursuits.
Every time I see my Wonder Woman Lego keychain, my “Believe” Giving Keys necklace, or that golden clutch for my 40th birthday that you knew I always wanted, I’m reminded of your thoughtfulness, generosity, and unwavering support—qualities that I admire and that you’ve instilled in your son.
An unexpected joy of becoming a mom has been finding you, my dear friend. So, on this special milestone, I raise my glass to you. Thank you for being the real treasure.
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To sum it up, friendships like ours are rare gems that last through the ups and downs of life, and I’m grateful to have you by my side. Here’s to many more years of laughter and support!