The other day my mom sent me chocolate covered strawberries. The note attached was fitting since I have 4 kids and she knew they’d be in my face asking for some.
Hi! My name is Crystal and I’m stingy! I really don’t like sharing, but I do share. They say it’s the right thing to do, or something like that.
When it comes to my friends, I’m even more possessive. But I understand that I can’t be everywhere at once, so my friends are allowed to have other friends.
I kid. I kid. Honestly, as I grew up, I struggled with sharing the people special to me. From my mom to my BFF, it has always been this way. I don’t know if it stemmed from daddy issues or what.
Fast track to now, and I no longer have those feelings about sharing my friends (still not sharing my strawberries).
To the close friends of my mom and my sister-friends, I say to you “Thank you for being a friend”. Real talk.
Now I’m not talking about you raggedy ones, that are only good for sharing funny memes on FB, but won’t lend a listening ear when trouble comes. I mean REAL friends.
I now find comfort in knowing that there is someone out there that loves my loved ones as much as I do. I’m a worrier, and if someone presents me with a problem, I naturally try to fix it. It’s nice to know that there is someone else on the team to help.
I love my close friends. I love my mom. And I guess by default, I love you too.