My mother told me in elementary school that the only best friend that I should be talking about is Christ. I was bragging to her about how many friends that I had in 1st or 2nd grade. And who was my best friend. (I was lying because the two girls that I wanted to be my best friend were each others’ best friend. We were friends but they never called me their best friend). I remembered what my mother said throughout my school years but I still had friends because I had fun with my friends. They were so cool. I loved that I had friends everywhere. I had my church friends (Koinonia), my school friends (Bethune, Pulaski, Da ‘Velt, Purdue 89-91), my neighborhood friends (Marshalltown), my cousin friends (Tuney-Boy, Trell, Rell,). Lol. Oh, the memories with all mentioned. Although I had great times, I never had a best friend. I considered my husbands my best friend (awkward and crickets). You see where that has got me until now. S!#t. Sorry. I digressed.
So like I was saying. My mother was always talking to me; teaching me something; disciplining me; telling me to read my Bible about everything. My ear could be aching and she would be like, “go read your Bible”. I’m like, “what that gotta do wit’ what I jus said!?” She would also let me know that she was teaching me this because she wasn’t always going to be with me. I didn’t pay her no mind until she wasn’t with me any longer.
People often wonder why I’m “anti-social” and don’t hang out or go out to eat. I always think about it. I’ve had food before. I know what wine is. I know what food is. Remind me again, why I would want to sit down and break bread with you.
I would see females gossip about their best friend to strangers behind their backs and couldn’t understand why I would need a best friend if this is all best friends do. So I was good on best friends early on in life. It just baffled me.
I had panaceas for my children too, just like my mom. Every time that they ran to me with a problem, I would be like, “put some Vaseline on it” or “drink some water”. As they grew older, I began to add my mother’s cure-all remedies as well. I began to tell them to read their Bibles and pray (talk to God) because I knew that all of these actions really work.
I learned early on to pick up my Bible and move on and not worry about having friends. I was also just like my mother in that: whenever Shay, Angelo, or Kashi talk about my friend this or my friend that; or I have a problem with this or that; my panacea would always be and still is, any of the four referred to above.
I still have friends and I do still have fun. But my favorite earthly friends are Ariana, Devin, Randy, and my Angel O (b.k.a. Ball out Rich). We share lots of laughs, good eating, ups and downs, and just plain, simple, fun. I love them to death. And yes, I still talk to my baby. And no, I am not crazy.
This writing today was inspired by my “Gone But Not Forgotten”, Gel.