Friendship, attention, and history

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The mountain lake that we hiked to on Saturday morning

This month, Aidan has chosen Friendship as the topic of our Here YearThe topic is near to my heart and the timing is perfect.  I just returned from my annual reunion with my dearest friends from college.  It was a marvelous, sunny weekend of laughter (a lot) and tears (a few) that reminded me yet again why these women are so essential to me.

I’ve written a lot about friendship, and I cherish my female friends.  As I get older I am more and more convinced of the importance of female friendships to our lives.  The women who live nearest to my heart come from a variety of places and times in my life, but this group of college friends are the single largest and most stable locus of identification for me.  They are my anchor and the first people I call with news, good or bad.  They are the women who hold my stories.  They are some of the few people in the world who know both who I am now and who I was then.  They were my bridesmaids and are the godmothers of my children, and we have attended graduations, weddings, and funerals together.

These are the friends whose lives have now been beating alongside mine for more than half my life.  They are the friends who know the specific part of Middlemarch that I missed because I was skimming a little too aggressively, what the trapezal is, all the lines to Jennifer Lopez’s performance in The Wedding Planner, the best roast chicken recipe, and how to work a 1970s-era one-piece ski suit.  The memories run incredibly deep.  We know the titles of each others’ theses and what we called our grandparents and why a DTR is  important and how we celebrated our 21st birthdays.

For me, this was the best reunion weekend yet.  All but one of us (those who were there) is now 40.  We are all mothers and wives.  We have a great deal in common, most of all the 4 years we spent on the same college campus in the mid 90s.  But our lives are also very different.  We run the gamut, professionally, personally, and geographically.  Somehow, as our flight from those years in New Jersey lengthens, and our paths diverge, we also feel closer than ever.  These women define where I came from and help me know where I am.  Something about this past weekend was simply magic.  Maybe as we hit our 40s we are settling into our skin.  Maybe it was the mountain air and spectacularly beautiful weather.  Maybe it was the triple cream brie and French Sancerre.  Probably it was a combination of all of these things.

I suspect part of it had to do with my – and, I think, everyone’s – increasing ability to be here.  For many years I’ve known that attention is love, and this weekend was a reminder of how true that is.

Friendship is made of attention. 

We listened to each other and in turn we felt heard (I can only speak for myself, but my strong sense is this feeling was common in the group).  I’m always amazed by how swiftly we slip back into comfortable patterns and by how easy it is to be around each other, because so much of our history is known and doesn’t need to be explained. .  This weekend was no different.  There is no way I can capture this strong, loving, dazzling group of women nor how fortunate and privileged I feel to be in their presence.  I simply love them.  That is all.  And I hope they always know that.

I wrote about this weekend, and these friends, in 2010, 2012, and 2013.

 


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7 Comments

  1. Nadine
    Posted October 8, 2014 at 9:11 am | Permalink

    What a wonderful tribute to wonderful friends. It’s got to be incredible to have your tribe like that.

  2. EtotheJ
    Posted October 8, 2014 at 10:27 am | Permalink

    This is beautiful. I love the line “friendship is made of attention”… reminds me of the line from Mary Oliver’s poem… “how the old couple had almost nothing to give but the willingness to be attentive”…
    I think so many people get hung up on things and events and parties and outings… when really, those things are great… but friendship is time and attention… at least it is to me.

  3. Kathy
    Posted October 8, 2014 at 7:56 pm | Permalink

    What a blessing to have this core of women friends intact for so many years! My dearest, largest group of friends come from where my husband and I chose to call home 18 years ago, I depend on these friendships for guidance, laughter, trust, companionship, and memories to last a lifetime. Perhaps because I transferred colleges after 2 years I have lost touch with most of my friends from that time of my life. I have a few dear childhood friends that when we get together on rare occasions it feels as if we are all children again. They know my formative years like no others. My high school best friends were the ones I chose to be in my wedding party, and I in theirs. I don’t know why, but those friendships did not stand the test of time. Sometimes it makes me fell very sad when I think about it. But on most days I think how blessed I am to have the dear friends I have in my life HERE now. I believe the saying that people come in our lives when we need them, some for a short time, and some perhaps for a lifetime, but always for a reason. I look forward to making more friends in the next chapter of my life as well!

  4. Posted October 9, 2014 at 6:42 am | Permalink

    I love this. Attention – yes! It’s shame that more omen don’t realize this. It’s what makes a friendship enduring.

  5. Posted October 9, 2014 at 8:47 am | Permalink

    What a gift this weekend is for you. Thank you for sharing a bit of it with us. I love “friendship is attention.” That really is the heart of it.

  6. Posted October 9, 2014 at 5:41 pm | Permalink

    Love every word. Sharing now.

  7. Posted October 20, 2014 at 2:22 pm | Permalink

    “Somehow, as our flight from those years in New Jersey lengthens, and our paths diverge, we also feel closer than ever. These women define where I came from and help me know where I am.” This makes sense to me. Because we cannot take every fork in the road. So our friends take them for us. When we get to be with people who have made the choices we left unchosen we get to see the parts of ourselves unexplored.

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