as Charlotte might say, “some friend”

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A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.

~Shakespeare

This morning I had a call with a friend who embodies all of this. And even though – on the scale of life – she is a relatively new friend, that has no bearing on how completely dear to me she is.

She was there for the aftermath of what I mentioned yesterday. She witnessed my shame and my tears with deep compassion and without judgement. Even though I have shared with her some of my most vulnerable history, she did not have an old story about who I am or what this means. She simply listened and reflected and encouraged.

She gave me unconditional love.

To be known, understood, accepted, and still, gently allowed to grow and become is one of the greatest gifts I have ever known.

This is the kind of friend – and mother – I aspire to be. This the kind of friend I hope you have in life.

*the post title is a reference to Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White, not to Sex in the City

 

2 Comments

  • Funny thing, I have that kind of friend and I am pretty sure she knows it and if not well quick smack to the head for realization.. My life is richer for knowing this person and there have been several instances when the lifeline this friend throws my way keeps from going over that cliff into the darkness of lost hopes and dreams. This friend also follows me willingly down the paths of silliness, seriousness, debauchery, and all the paths in between. This friend knows when what I need is chocolate, compassion, forceful looks in the mirror, and a draught of liquor to ease the load.

    Thank you my friend.

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