The Only Thing Constant is Change

I’m making the preggo-friend rounds lately, and had a little city date with Sara last night. The last time we got together she spilled the beans to me that she was pregnant, so it was extra fun to see her cute little growing baby bump and gush all about her nursery design ideas. I met this girl on the second day of my first full time post-college job. By day three we were attached at the hip — literally because my desk was right next to hers. I realized that we’ve been doing brunch/lunch/dinner/coffee dates for about 6 years now, and over that time our conversations have run the gamut —  from what bar we’ll be at Friday night, to who’s dating who, new apartments, to buying homes, buying puppies, getting engaged, getting married, career moves, finances and now babies and family.

The conversations change, we’ve seen our priorities in life evolve, but at the end of the night we’re still two girls, sipping wine water and dreaming about our futures. So while they say the only thing constant is change, I’d argue that another thing that’s constant is friendship. And like anything in life that’s worth it, friendships require a little bit of work. You have to make time on a Monday night after work to drive into the city to meet for dinner, and let friends easily twist your arm into fawning over itty bitty girly clothes at Baby Gap even though you probably should be heading home. It’s a little bit of effort, a little bit of sacrifice, but a lotta bit of worth it.

PS: How adorable is Sara’s baby shower invite?!

Little Big Moments Take 25

There’s something truly magical about watching a friend transition into Motherhood. About looking at her baby and thinking, “holy cow, you MADE that.” The girl I used to trampse around the city with and do crazy things at random college parties is now this full on Mommy to the happiest, sweetest little boy. A testament to how well she has embraced this new calling.

I’ve always known Christine was something awesome, but to see her parent with such ease and enthusiasm was really inspirational.

She plays the role of Superwoman very well, balancing a baby on her hip while she simultaneously unloads the dishwasher, heats up homemade soup in the crock pot and sings silly little songs that make the baby laugh. But she’s also honest enough to say, “It’s awesome, but I’m tired.” To talk about the real side of Mommyhood, the tough parts, but to know it’s all worth it when your motivation looks like this…

And there’s something so awesome about loving on your friend’s baby. Alex and I had the best time playing Aunties for the weekend, and my heart has just expanded to make room for this sweet little man.

The friendships, the laughter, the conversations, the love…it’s all still there. It just looks a little different now. And the ‘different’ is good. So, so good.

For example, this is us hitting up the newest “It” spot. No cover charge…

And we’re still into kissing boys…

Of course we make sure we hit the gym after a girls night out…

And coffee chats are still the best way to catch up on each other’s lives…

There is one thing that’s very different though…

Instead of calling “Shotgun”, now we call “Backseat!” And it’s easy to see why…

Say It Sista

Ok, so this was just too good to keep in the comment section of the last post. And since it’s written by Christine, I feel like I can’t deny you a look at the precious little man she mentions in the post. Cutest teddy bear EVER.

By Christine:

Date: January 9th 2011. Day of the week: Monday. Reality: sitting at my desk trying to get through a lengthy contract and time out my next “pumping session”. But, spiritually: It was just 2007. Friday night. I was shaking it with you. And our hips were not lying. At all. Despite the whiteness. hehe.

I cherish those memories with you! How much fun did we have? And how much do we have to be thankful for now as we build our families? A few years ago, as the end of the work day rolled around, I would have been trying to see if any friends wanted to catch happy hour in Dupont after work. Now, I just can’t wait to get home to see Connor’s little smile. The highlight of my day is when he wraps his little hand around my finger and looks up at me as if to say “mom, you are my whole world.” Life is rich :)

Anyone else tear up a little? Just me? Impossible. Love you C, and can’t WAIT to meet Little C in March!

The Only Thing Constant is Change

I have several good friends going through some big transitions at the moment, and it has me reflecting a bit on life tonight. How when you’re going through something big, kinda scary, and maybe a little uncertain people like to throw around phrases like, “Don’t worry, it’ll all work out.” I use that phrase all the time, and while it’s completely vague and really offers no actionable advice, I full heartedly believe in its message.

Don’t worry. Honestly don’t, because worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegumIt’ll all work out. In the end, if you stay positive and true to yourself, it always does.

It’s sort of akin to the phrases parents toss out there to fighting siblings — “Oh, you don’t hate your brother. One day you’ll be great friends.” And you look down at your Pound Puppy, the one your brother performed secret surgery on, filling it with tissues, forever ruining its once perfectly floppy form, and you know your mom has no clue what she’s talking about, and there’s no WAY you’d ever in a million years be friends with Dr. Kevorkian. But then life fast forwards 2o years and you find your brother stopping by to watch TV and eat brownies on a random Tuesday night.

While the words aren’t as tangible as say a job offer, or money in the bank (or new Pound Puppy) they are just as real. And while there may not be an exact moment when things automatically turn to rainbows and unicorns, this is real life after all, there will be a moment when you look at where you are compared to where you’ve been and you’ll realize just how far you’ve come. That things did work out. And here you are on the other side of “transition” even stronger than you were before.

(Photo above is one that Joey snapped as I wrote in my journal at the Grand Canyon during our Big Road Trip. I had just graduated college, moved back in with my mom, was driving across the US for 3 weeks, and had no real job to come back to. I was ready to grab life by the horns and a little bit terrified all at the same time. I wasn’t worried. And it all worked out.)