Friends who know our weaknesses but laugh them off and frankly forgive us?
Five days a week, for the last nine months we've carpooled with these sweet people. It's part of rhythm of our days. I drive Gwen and Mary to kindergarten, Brad picks them up and each month we switch directions. We stop and talk to Butch the crossing guard every afternoon and the girls talk us into afterschool playdates at least once a week.
But at least once a week I call Brad in a semi-panic, "I'm downtown and I'll never make it back on time." "I'm at the doctor's office-- would you mind picking up and I'll drive both ways tomorrow." "Um yeah, I'm at lunch with friends. Could you..."
And every single time, he answers, "Sure. No problem. Don't worry about it."
It means a lot to me. In this world where people scream at others for making a wrong turn or choosing the wrong word or neglecting the tiniest detail, it is so refreshing to know people who say-- "You're fine." "I know you're doing your best." "It's OK."
And I'm especially grateful for these people-- Erik, Ben, Stefan, Hans, Xander, Gabriel, Mary-- who spend every day with their flighty, forgetful, overscheduled, silly mom. They laugh off my quirks and work around my weaknesses.
I try to do the same for them.
the sleeper train from Paris to Munich- June 26, 2009
Who gives you leeway in your life? Who accepts you 'as is'? Isn't it the best?