As dysfunctional as my childhood was, I am the "normal" one of my siblings. It took my getting to my breaking point at 19 or 20 years old and God meeting me where I was. But that is another story..... This time I want to talk about my friend down the street growing up.
I had a friend down the street named Janice. She was old enough to be my mom, but she truly was a friend. We made runs to Sonic for a Cherry Limeade and onion rings just to sit in her car and talk. She made time for me even though I was stupid kid with way too many issues. Yeah, she had plenty of issues of her own, but maybe that is what helped us bond. Janice's friendship was there through the twists and turns of adolescents when I needed someone stable to love me and listen. As an adult, I realize how special and needed that friendship was to me.
My two oldest are boys and you basically have to pry any information out of them growing up. I unfortunately didn't really get to know any of their friends. I only remember having one of Joey's friends go hiking with us once. Even now, I still don't know who Joey considers to be good friends. Luke is thankfully close friends with some one we have known their family forever. My boys are basically adults and I just pray for God to watch over them and make good choices. Just looking back, wish I did things a little differently.
Faith has been a change from the secret society of boys. She tells me most (not stupid enough to think I know it all!!) of what is going on in her life. I started having band nights once a month