Because it seems that five minutes is all I’ve had this week, despite my mom being there for most of it … I’m joining in with Five Minute Friday at The Gypsy Mama this week and writing on COMMUNITY.
It took me at least three years to feel any sense of true community in Nashville. To make some friends whom I could call at a minute’s notice. When I found out we were moving to Chattanooga, I couldn’t help but feel sick to my stomach. Would I ever make friends again? When it took so long in this, my first post-college experience?
[Just a side note to say no, my kids cannot leave me to write for even 5 minutes today. Or 5 seconds. Libbie is sitting on my feet.]
I’ve made scattered acquaintances here and there in Chattanooga. Church friends, MOPS friends, Moms Club, and – strangely? or not? – blog friends.
It’s amazing, in this life called blogging, that we feel more connected to women across a computer screen than we do to people in “real life” sometimes. Sara came over last week with her 4-year-old and baby, and we talked for hours. Tiffany has become probably my best friend here in this city, foreign to us both. Someone to share 3-year-old perils, pregnancy woes, outing ideas.
When Tiffany was put on bed rest a few weeks ago, she sent me an email and asked if I could bring her some dinners. She knew her limits and her husband’s. As feeding people is my spiritual gift, I of course said yes.
And then, reflecting, thought … that is friendship. And I am glad about it.