PDF I have mentioned, now and again how I may not have a bazillion friends; but the ones I do have, I keep. Forever and ever amen. When I was growing up, I was lucky enough to make friends with people who had similar family circumstances. Single parent households, latchkey kids (before that term was invented), very little (um ok, no) supervision. We really raised ourselves, no we really raised each other. We loved each other and tended to each other (even took each other to the emergency room a time or two) and to this day, even though there are many, many, many miles between us and decades have passed since we were that ragtag bunch of kids… we know where to go when we need family. We know who to call when it all gets to be too much. Even though we may not have had contact in a while, we always know and keep tabs on and love one another from near and far.
Our spouses all know our histories, our children all know (some of) the stories. Maybe we’ll tell them all eventually… probably not though – it was a different time. But our families know when we need a marathon phone conversation with another member of our particular brat pack, that there is no substitution. They are my family of choice and we will always have each other’s back. And for that I will always be grateful.
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