We’ve all read the lists about how to identify a best friend for life or how to know if your best friend isn’t really your best friend. I’d like to take this discussion to a slightly more middle-aged, mom level. This is what happens when you’ve already been friends for 10+ years, cared for each other’s sick children, and survived seven nights under the same roof with all of your kids, partners, and parents…and joyfully did it again.
- You show up to events wearing outfits that compliment each other- Do people say, “Did you two coordinate?” (wink, wink forced laughter ) more often than you’d like to admit? I’m not talking about when you both decide to wear a little black dress, I’m referring to attire that is reminiscent of coordinating outfits at Gymboree. Basically, you’re the real life equivalent of this (or at least like to think of yourselves that way):
- You can’t remember your own shoe size- are you 7 1/2 or an 8?- You’ve switched shoes so many times after a night out it almost feels unnatural if your feet aren’t jammed into a pair of higher-than-you-would normally-like, sexy heels.
- You get excited when “your show” is back in season- Yes! Scandal is back!!! Oh wait, you’ve never actually seen it but your best friend has filled you in on all the Olivia and Fitz drama that now you’re excited for the season…not because you’re going to watch it, but because you love the gossip sessions.
- You get anxiety about the same things- Or more appropriately, you get anxiety about her anxieties. It’s not that YOU don’t like to fly, but you know just how much she really hates it.
- You know when her kids are going to get sick and which family member is next on the shit list- Middle child has a runny eye? Get ready for the ear infection! Sister making too many plans without checking the family calendar? Be prepared for that feisty email.
- You can order on her behalf at any restaurant in a 50 mile radius- This isn’t just about knowing her likes and dislikes, this is about that specialized ability to order an entire three course meal that will be shared from the first bite of queso dip to the last drop of almond milk latte (and you don’t even drink coffee).
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