One in a Million
The life of a 5-year-old was awesome. If a kid was at the park you were playing at you could just approach them and say, "Hey, wanna be my friend?" Nine times out of ten the kid would shrug their shoulders and respond with a, "sure". That other odd time, the kid would say "No" and that was cool too because really, who wants to be friends with Mr/Mrs Negative-pants anyways? Typically once a game was going like Grounders, Hide and Seek or Tag that odd child out would cave and join in the fun.
When you get older making friends can be needlessly complicated. So many more factors come in place. It isn't like the good ol' days when a checklist consisted of:
-You are alive? Check!
-We understand each other? Check!
-You wanna have fun? Double Check!
When a person gets older, gets married, settles down and pushes out a baby or two, life's routine makes finding a person who wants to have "fun" (which now is even more of a subjective pursuit) nearly impossible. Thank goodness for government funded programs like Parentlink where parents can get together and talk and make friends and oh, so can the kids!
It happened on a Thursday, actually I have no idea what day of the week it was. I was attending Parentlink with my two little bear cubs. I started chatting with a nice lady. No one really likes being termed a lady, let's say she was a nice, hot mom.
She was funny, smart and even laughed at some of my lame jokes. Since she talked quietly, I had to lean in and listen to what she was saying and I didn't want to just smile and nod, I was actually very interested in her responses.
We exchanged first and last names and I cyber stalked her and added her as a Facebook friend. She invited me to a lake with another friend. I knew I HAD to be there. When making friends, rule #1 is DON'T FLAKE OUT. You can quote me on that.
I am so glad that I went to Floating Stone Lake that day and chatted with both ladies. Through meeting D, I found out about the great French Pre-pre school program (yes, that is a thing), the legend of the Wendigo (which I later used in my St. Paul Spooky Stroll) and as the saying goes, common enemies make the best of friends (our enemies being our 3 yr old sons and their d-bag ways).
Over the span of a year we went to many lakes and playgrounds together, x-country ski'd, swam and thrifted. She supported my crazy ideas and was always there to lend a hand (even preventing Little Dragon from running on the road). Heck, she has even saved Honey Badger's life countless times by letting us borrow/have her baby gate.
When we found out that Big Dragon was offered an article in St. Paul, Alberta, I said a silent prayer in my heart that I would find a cool friend. All I needed was one and I knew I would be able to survive living in a small town in the middle of nowhere.
It is hard enough finding a kindred spirit during school years but even harder in someone's 30s.
D, thanks for being the answer to my prayers! You are an amazing mom and friend (and I guess B would say wife too). You are a special person and will be forever kept dear in my collection of friends!
Love ya!
When you get older making friends can be needlessly complicated. So many more factors come in place. It isn't like the good ol' days when a checklist consisted of:
-You are alive? Check!
-We understand each other? Check!
-You wanna have fun? Double Check!
When a person gets older, gets married, settles down and pushes out a baby or two, life's routine makes finding a person who wants to have "fun" (which now is even more of a subjective pursuit) nearly impossible. Thank goodness for government funded programs like Parentlink where parents can get together and talk and make friends and oh, so can the kids!
It happened on a Thursday, actually I have no idea what day of the week it was. I was attending Parentlink with my two little bear cubs. I started chatting with a nice lady. No one really likes being termed a lady, let's say she was a nice, hot mom.
She was funny, smart and even laughed at some of my lame jokes. Since she talked quietly, I had to lean in and listen to what she was saying and I didn't want to just smile and nod, I was actually very interested in her responses.
We exchanged first and last names and I cyber stalked her and added her as a Facebook friend. She invited me to a lake with another friend. I knew I HAD to be there. When making friends, rule #1 is DON'T FLAKE OUT. You can quote me on that.
I am so glad that I went to Floating Stone Lake that day and chatted with both ladies. Through meeting D, I found out about the great French Pre-pre school program (yes, that is a thing), the legend of the Wendigo (which I later used in my St. Paul Spooky Stroll) and as the saying goes, common enemies make the best of friends (our enemies being our 3 yr old sons and their d-bag ways).
Over the span of a year we went to many lakes and playgrounds together, x-country ski'd, swam and thrifted. She supported my crazy ideas and was always there to lend a hand (even preventing Little Dragon from running on the road). Heck, she has even saved Honey Badger's life countless times by letting us borrow/have her baby gate.
When we found out that Big Dragon was offered an article in St. Paul, Alberta, I said a silent prayer in my heart that I would find a cool friend. All I needed was one and I knew I would be able to survive living in a small town in the middle of nowhere.
It is hard enough finding a kindred spirit during school years but even harder in someone's 30s.
D, thanks for being the answer to my prayers! You are an amazing mom and friend (and I guess B would say wife too). You are a special person and will be forever kept dear in my collection of friends!
Love ya!
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