Friendships

There is something I've been thinking a lot about lately, friendships. In my head, my thoughts sound pretty good... but somewhere between the head and tongue - there seems to be a very confusing intersection with train wrecks daily. However, a very good friend has said many things I would like to. Her blog is astretchedoutmom@blogspot.com Many of you already know her. Her blog this morning was like the heavens opening up. I too feel like a rotton friend sometimes, particularly to my Arkansas girlfriends. Since only my razorback chicks read this, I guess I can say this one's for you. I don't see most of you very often, but that isn't to say you aren't thought of. I have a friend that was my ONLY bridesmaid that I never talk to, but hardly a day goes by that I don't think of her. What kind of friend is that? My husband thinks he's short-changed as so do my kids. I know that time for me will have to wait until I can enjoy it in a nursing home. Between home/laundry/work/kids/husband/church/etc etc. there is never enough time. You know what I mean. Then I feel guilty. Then I realize God has been neglected in the mix and REALLY feel guilty. If you've looked at my blog, you know I've been quilting. What you may not know is that this takes place at 2 or 3 a.m. when I can't sleep because I worry about what I DIDN'T get done that. I am reading a series with my son and have stopped to work on his quilt. He asked me again last night to read and I said I was almost finished with his quilt. He said "Mom, I don't want that quilt if it means you can't spend any time with me". One thing I have learned is that you only need to ask you children (if they are young) to learn what your fault of the day is. So to my girlfriends in Arkansas, I say thank you for still being my friend after all these years of neglect. I love you and I think of you often. I would like to say it will get better, but it won't. I too have to put God first, then hubby/family/church/home/fighting with House of Representative (long story)/ work, blah blah blah. It seems like there just isn't time for friendships, no matter how dear to my heart. All I can say is that I hope when our kids are grown, we can sit on the porch and catch up. We'll have to wear name tags to remember who we are and we won't remember all the things we wanted to catch up on, but we can discuss the best brand of adult diapers and such. I miss you all and hope to see you this summer! DeAnn, if you read this - I promise I am going to try to stay in touch.