July 16,2015, Prescott- I treated a good friend, (one of my besties), and her daughter to dinner this evening, since it was bestie’s birthday. Back in New England, a birthday is ever the occasion for the honouree to be so treated, and to choose the venue, within reason. So, I have continued this tradition, over the years, for Penny and for our son. Aram.
One’s entry point into this life establishes the chance to be of value, to an entity greater than oneself: First the immediate family; then friends and neighbours, followed by ever-wider communities. This, alone, is worthy of respect and nurturing.
In our culture of independence and relative anonymity, it’s easy for a person to feel like no one cares much. Most of the time, this isn’t true. We tend to have more friends, who care more about us than it seems outwardly. There are all manner of distractions, and external pressures, both real and imagined.
My own answer to this has been to be more proactive about expressing my friendship. Sometimes, because of the depth of my feelings, this has been misinterpreted and I’ve had to backpedal a bit, for the sake of the endurance of the friendship. It started to happen with the friend mentioned above, but with clear and gentle communication, things are where they need to be.
So, her birthday matters, as does her daughter’s, a few months down the road. Their dreams and plans are more in focus, with the stock-taking that happens at the beginning of each year. In my own case, this is one of the reasons I am doing this series of posts. Some years seem to be clearer milestones than others, but each one is of value, and is crucial to one’s total life experience.