Friendship Disclaimer

I am not going to lie. I suck as a friend!  When I meet new people, I feel as if I need to seriously offer them a disclaimer that reads “I, Victoria, do not make a good friend, my life is too full, and I promise I will let you down!” Yet, lately I have been secretly yearning for adult conversation and friendship, since now an empty nester. However, I am still not sure if I have the energy, nor the know-how to do this friendship thing.

When my husband and I vacationed in Princeville on the island of Kauai, we set out to play a game of golf.  I decided to be a ride-along and take pictures and soak in the scenery.  On the first hole, we were paired with another couple. The gentleman’s wife had also opted to be a ride-along.  After cordially introducing ourselves, I contemplated whether I was going to be politely social or straight-up reclusive.

On the second hole, “Peggy” was brave enough to walk up to me again and engage in little bit of chit-chat. I was intrigued by her demeanor and smile. She seemed to be sincere and very genuine. We engaged in the usual friendly banter where do you live, how many kids do you have, and how many grandkids do you have? I could tell by the look on her face, that I need to update my disclaimer on how complicated and dramatic my life has been raising six boys, a couple of husbands, and its all true and not fiction!  You cannot make this stuff up!

By the fourth hole, I figured I should get off MY butt and walk up to HER cart for a change, to continue our conversation.  I will need to further update my disclaimer with the fact that I lack effort, especially as I age!  With each hole we felt more and more like young schoolgirls.  As they guys hit balls, we are now running up to each other’s carts and talking at elevated pitches. I asked Peggy where she was staying only to find out they were staying at the same condo residence, the same building and only two doors down from us. We laughed so loud, that we got that “look” from the guys reminding us of our golf etiquette!

By the eighteenth hole, we realized our lives had traveled similar paths. We were now talking a hundred miles a minute and eagerly sharing stories of our past!  We both came to the realization that this friendship could never end.  We committed to continue this friendship no matter the distance or life’s obstacles.

Who knows, maybe I should ditch the disclaimer and buy a diary, “Dear Diary, today I met a new friend!” Over the next couple of days, we all hung out in Princeville.  As I boarded the plane, I was proud of myself for adulting for the first time in a long time.  I had also made a new friend for life.  It is amazing to meet someone new, and automatically feel as though you have known each other for years. This happened to me one other time with a fellow stage mom (future blog).  Once again, I am reminded friends are truly a gift from God!  Thank you, my kindred spirit, for you I blog…for you I find humor.

Author: findinghumorblog

Healing is an art. It takes time, it takes practice, and it takes laughter!

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