Over summer break, I don’t think our son Theo misses his friends. I scheduled playdates with most of them whenever they’re in town and available and although there are a couple who he doesn’t see much of, he seems fairly satisfied with the amount of playtime he has with his buddies. But I miss my friends! I have made lots of lovely friends among the fellow parents at his school, but not all of them are the parents of Theo’s closest friends, so when we break for summer, I don’t see some of these friends for the whole break. I miss being able to sit for a coffee and chat after drop-off with interesting, creative, funny grown-ups. Over the summer, because I’m at home a lot with Theo and his various playmates, I have too few in-depth conversations with articulate adults. I honestly believe that if it weren’t for all the writing I’ve been doing lately, I would losing my adult vocabulary. Undeniably. Indisputably. Irrevocably?
So today I texted one of those parents I’ve been missing – my friend Lena (see Feb 3), whose son is three years younger than Theo so not on his list of potential play date buddies. Thanks to Facebook, I knew she was having an active summer with her son Malcolm, traveling to various exciting cities, but I wanted to see her and catch up with how she is for real – not just in Facebookland! When she texted me back to say she might be able to pop by after work, I was delighted. And when she arrived looking as glamorous and radiant as ever with a huge smile on her face, it was a reminder that there is more in the world than kids’ playdates, article deadlines, math practice. I have friends too! We caught up a little on the summer’s activities, her plans for Malcolm’s approaching birthday party, recent professional developments. As she recounted the fun she’d had with her son in New York roller skating, I admired her energy, her joie de vivre and her ability to be a fun mom. (While Theo and I were arguing today about his screen time, he accused me of not being a fun mom, which had made me sad.) I took note.
Lena couldn’t stay long as she had other plans and we had to eat dinner, but before she left I showed her a dress I had been thinking would look lovely on her. It’s a pretty gauze summer dress embroidered with flowers that I haven’t worn for about 8 years and I think I’m a little “mature” for now. Lena’s much younger than I am, and I’m sure will look fresh and dazzling in it. Because she has the same size of feet as me, I also offered her a pair of sandals, which she accepted. Hopefully they’ll both fit and I’ll see her in them, maybe in a Facebook pic, but preferably in real life…and sometime soon.