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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

These Are My People...

This Is Where I Come From

I read something today on the Facebook that made me smile. It said “Childhood friends are the truest and the best!!!” Of course, it was one of my childhood friends whose status this was but nonetheless, it made me happy. She didn’t write it and tag anyone particular in it – she just wrote what she felt. And she was right.

I’ve talked before about my friends from school and childhood that I still see on more than just an occasional basis. Whenever I talk to people about getting together with them, one of two things will happen: these people will either be completely dumbfounded that we are all still so close or they will look envious that they don’t still have friendships with those people they went to school with.

Maybe it’s because we grew up in a small town. We had a few shopping centers, churches of every denomination and more than one stop light so it wasn’t like a one-horse town but still, you pretty much knew everyone’s name. If you didn’t all you had to ask was “Who are your people?” and more times than not you knew their relatives, and were probably related to them yourself.

Friday nights were spent at the football field watching the Indians play. The people of our town supported us, they disciplined us, they believed in us and they loved us.

If something went all wonky, everyone knew it. But they also knew when you were hurting and needed help. No one had to ask, people just did for each other.

I’m glad that I’m a product of growing up where I did and that I still have friendships that are 40+ years old and still going strong.

You know, Miranda Lambert has a song out called “The House That Built Me”. The first time I heard it, it made me think that friends also build you in addition to helping write the chapters in your life’s story – good, bad or ugly. Friends are like a house. They’re your foundation, they’re the walls that protect you from the storms of life and they give you places to gather in times of sadness and joy.

I’m thankful for my people. In only 23 days, the annual JUGs Lake Weekend will be celebrated. Some are unable to make it this year, while we’ll have others that are making it for their first time. We’ll laugh, we’ll cry, we’ll hug and probably shock each other once or twice with some of the things that will be said. But one thing’s for sure – we’ll leave there knowing they will be there for us no matter what. And that’s a mighty good feeling. One we don’t take lightly or for granted.

“Childhood friends are the truest and best!!!” Yes they are Steph. They surely are.

13 comments:

Aunt Crazy said...

The House that Built Me makes me cry, EVERY.TIME. It brings something out of me that makes me bawl. I love the song.

I'm kinda jealous of that you have people and that you come from somewhere. I feel like I don't.

Laurie of Lulu and Daisy said...

I love it! In NC, we're the same way...."Who are your people? Oh sure...I know them!" Still friends with most of my childhood friends, too.

Kmama said...

I moved when I was in high school, so I lost contact with a lot of my childhood friends.

And because I never had deep friendships with those from my new school, I'm not in contact, other than FB, with most of them.

Heather said...

I occasionally try to write a post saying how important my besties are to me, but i can never quite capture what I am trying to say. You did a great job.

I have had the same three best girlfriends since the sixth grade. It is just awesome to have 'sister-girls".

Kelly said...

That is awesome, and so true.
My best friend now is the same girl that was my best friend in 3rd grade, we lost a best friend together and held each other close through it all. She was in both of my weddings ;) and I was in her's. I love that girl! This post made me think of her!

I love the song too

Mitzi@MoonlightandMagnolias said...

Great post and the video is completely priceless!

Trac~ said...

Love this and yes, it is SO true! And since I am officially moving back to my "home" this weekend - this post means even more to me. Thanks for sharing and have a great time at your festival! :)

I Do Declare said...

If you haven't you should read the book The Girls from Ames. It's a true story of lifelong friends, and it's great!

I think the way you (and I) grew up is the sweetest, and I am also still good friends with girls I've known since childhood.

starnes family said...

Agreed! Lots of people talking about summer memories.......and how times have changed. Some of my favorite times were as a kid with childhood friends!

Kittie Howard said...

Ohhhh, but I loooove this post, Leiah! Ohhhh, the memories - going to the King Theater for the Sunday matinee - hanging out at the DQ - sitting on Melodie's porch and yacking the afternoon away - we're sisters forever!

Holly@A Life-Size Catholic Blog said...

What a wonderful blog you've put together! You stopped by and commented about the Holy Father being a donor. I thought I'd share a short related story.

The secretary at out Parish school experienced kidney failure recently and no family members were matches. Word got out and a number of parishioners went and were tested to see if they were a match~ miraculously one was. She donated one of her kidney's and both ladies are currently recuperating and doing well!

Miracles...

Many blessings to you,
Holly

thepsychobabble said...

That's awesome, that you have people like that in your life:)

Anastasia said...

I fall into the jealous category. You are so lucky!