When I first moved to to our new house, I was about to be a first time mother. There is nothing scarier in those few weeks leading up to becoming a parent when it starts to all feel so real. Living 10,000 miles away from my own mother, family and friends just amplified this fear by a 100. Who would I run to for parenting advice? Who would I confide in when I my child was having a bad day, thus making me have a bad day? Calling someone on the phone or even facetime, however grateful I am for these two technologies that make living so far away not as painful, is still not the same as having them here. With Mr. P’s family living in Ireland and mine in America, I was petrified I would be so lonely. The first few years living here weren’t easy ones, I have yet to write many posts about that time because it holds a lot of pain and letting go. Happily that all changed when I met my next door neighbor.
My little boy was eight weeks old, I had been keeping busy getting involved in baby groups and having the blessing to have met some amazing ladies through Bumps, Babies, and Beyond class. If you missed that post, click here. When a package came to our house for the next door neighbor, Mr P ran it over as he knew she too had just had a baby the week before. He returned and said how sweet the lady was, she had a boy too, and I should introduce myself sometime as I would really like her.
The following week, I made some fresh pastries on a platter and went to introduce myself. Not foreseeing what was to come and unknown it would be a story we will forever tell.
As I rang the doorbell, my tiny little Buba decided that his mango breakfast should come back up. A platter full of freshly made pastries in one hand and a puking baby in the other, I prayed she didn’t choose this moment to answer the door. He had managed to get it down the front of him, the front of me, on the pastries and even the entire front of her door! In a quick first time mother panic I ran back home to hide in shame, leaving her door plastered with mangoes. I quickly texted my mommy group for advice. Should I go back over and clean her door? Slip a “I’m sorry”note through the door and hide every time I see her. I decided I would run over and give her door a wipe down, it was the least I could do, as I walked out my front door I saw her other half pull into the drive. Crap! I was too ashamed so I left it. For the next week, my mommy friend’s kept asking me have I spoke to “Mango Lady” yet? I hadn’t. Finally I got the courage to slip a card in the door, one to apologize and two to give her my number so we could set up a playdate properly.
From the moment we had our first playdate, we both knew it was the start to a long strong friendship. Right away, I didn’t feel like I just had met her, we chatted like we had been friends forever. I have never hit it off with someone so quickly. I admitted to the mango mess and apologized again. She nicely pretended she never saw it on her door. I half hoped she was just being too kind or the rain had really washed it away. Our boys were the same, instantly taking each other in, and playing.
It’s been two and half years since we met, without force our boys are now inseparable just as much as we are. They brought us together, without them I would have never introduced myself and got to know “Mango Lady” next door. It only took me 7 years living in this country to find my best friend. Someone who gets me completely, that never judges me, is always there for me, and someone I would drop everything for. She is like another sister to me, family. We are similar and have a blast together. She has really made England more home for me, as has her family. She helped me as I became a first time parent and didn’t feel like I knew what I was doing. Her whole family has adopted us all in with open arms, her sister, and parents alike. I am forever grateful for each one of them too!
Just because we were best friends, we knew that our kids might not be. We never forced them to play together when we all got together. At first, Buba was more obsessed with E’s older sister, as he walked first and was super tall for his age, he wanted to be like the big kids. We gave it time, and it wasn’t long before our boys wanted only each other. Playing hide and go seek in our curtains, and racing around with cars on the floor together. Buba now only wants to do something if E does it too. He is always asking what is E up to, when he isn’t in nursery, as they go to the same place. They are boys and I am sure there will be fights in the future, but it’s such a blessing that they love each other and are as close as their Mommas are too! It’s so cute to watch them together.
Then along came Missy Moo. Even though Mills is four years older than her, you can tell there will be a friendship there. Missy Moo looks up to Mills already, watching her every move. I know in a few years time Mills will be watching over her, protecting her and showing her all the fun games to play.
I love that we have found a best friend in us all. That our families are perfectly balanced, and comfortable together. We can’t choose our family but we can choose our friends, and even better we can choose which friends we want as family!
I am ever so grateful for all our fun adventures together. From our big events like Christmas and birthday celebrations together to our ordinary park play, and music each week, it is all memories we will have to cherish.
These pictures were taken last week, having lunch together and playing around the house. Nothing special to celebrate just spending time together. These are the moments I will remember forever and make life so very special.
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