Friday, December 28, 2001

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIMEE!!!

Today is Aimee’s birthday. Let me s’plain a little about Aimee. Aimee and I have “known” each other for just shy of five years. We met shortly after my youngest son was born. Well… by “met” I mean, we were both on an email list together. Yes, it is true, almost all of the friends I have I’ve met or grown close to online. The thing with Aimee is that I met her at a time in my life when I really needed family, and I just didn’t have that family available to me. I quickly adopted her (in my mind, at least) as a big sister. Truly, there is no better way to explain the way I think and feel about her.

While it wasn’t until years later that we actually met in person, I still would have to say that some of my best memories over the years are memories of my friendship with Aim. She and I used to chat online while we were both working. We’d send silly sites to each other and giggle over weird Ebay auctions and gripe about lame bosses and stupid co-workers. Some days, when I was especially depressed and found it hard to drag myself out of bed and even go to work, I would be comforted by Aimee’s virtual presence.

When Aimee does something, I generally tend to follow in her footsteps, much in the same way a kid sister would. When Aimee thinks something is cool, well, of course I have to think it’s cool. And when Aimee is angry at someone/something, I’m right behind her, shaking my fist and cursing under my breath at whatever particular nemesis Aimee has chosen that day. Why? Well, because, of course, she’s like a sister to me. On the flip side, I’m absolutely positive I annoy her. I make mistakes she never would, and while it may occasionally be flattering that I imitate her every gesture, I have no doubts that she’d often like to slam her bedroom door closed with “NO KID SISTERS ALLOWED” sign painted in big, bold letters. But you know what? She loves me anyhow. I just know it.

When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, she was the first person I told. When she gave birth to her daughter, I was proud to be one of the people she called directly afterward. There is no greater comfort to me than knowing our daughters will, in all likelihood, have contact with each other throughout their lives. They will be, in many respects, just like cousins. They may never be close, they may not even like each other, but they will always know of the friendship and bond of their mothers, which is something that may hold them together as well.

Now… I’m not saying that I’m any replacement for her real family, or she is for mine, but it’s just nice having someone around with whom I can relate on so many levels, and who I hold in such high regard. There are times we are like night and day with our opinions and outlooks in life, and certainly with the way we approach the world, and yet, we not only forgive and respect those differences, but rejoice and celebrate them. She laughs at my children’s television (and Kool-Aid) habits, I laugh at her “sometimes” vegan diet. In the end, we know we’re each muddling through as best as we can and I’m certainly glad to have had her company during so much muddling.

I love you, Aimee!! Happiest birthday to you and thank you for the years of friendship, laughter, and sharing.

Posted by Mommy on 12/28 at 04:52 AM
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