Sitting in the massage chair today getting a pedicure with my daughter beside me, I received a complement. “Are you two friends?” asked the woman scrubbing my feet. I said yes with a smile. Then I said and we are also mother and daughter.
“Oh you look so young!” she said with a gleam in her eye and dreams of a big tip. But, I wasn’t taken in by anyone thinking I look as young as my daughter. However, I loved the complement that we are friends, because we are.
Maybe it is because we grew up together. When you become a mother a few days after your 20th birthday, you are still a child, no matter how mature you THINK you are. But, we made it. I learned to be a mother as she learned to be a little person. We grew together.
We talked today about a potential bucket list, maybe Key West someday to visit Hemmingway’s home. Something the husbands would not enjoy. She is my biggest fan and a good critique partner telling me when a story does and does not work.
We still adore getting together and having a pedicure, trying a new restaurant with interesting salads the boys would never touch and just enjoying each other’s company. She is still my best friend.