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I’m that friend.

The one who takes forever to respond or sometimes doesn’t at all.

She’s me.

I’m the follow-up to the “Maybe she’s . . .” article.

I’m telling you nowI’m overwhelmed.

There IS a harder fight going on.

I’m maxed out.

I’m stressed.

I’m saving my energy.

My phone? I don’t even know where it is.

I simply can’t add any extra thoughts or decisions to my overstimulated brain
because every ounce of what little energy I do have HAS to go to my kids.

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So I put down my phone and try to be present. To calm the storm.

I am not blowing you off. I function differently.

This isn’t a maybe articleit’s a YES, here I am article. She’s me.

I’m telling you it has nothing to do with you.

I know this is a flaw of mine, and I know it sometimes hurts.

I’m sorry. I’m hurting too.

But I don’t love you any less.

I love you most. Like a ride or die, Thelma and Louise, secrets to the grave, fight through life together, fiercely loyal kind of love.

I hold you so tight to my heart and I treasure you. We’re connected inseparably, unshakable.

Someday I’ll be better.

When the kids are older and everything is not so overwhelming and I’m not needed for every little thing, I’ll be better.

I’ll have room in my headspace for things I hold dear other than my children.

I haven’t adjusted to the requirement of today’s worldto be plugged in constantly.

Everything about it goes against the simplicity I crave.

I’m sorry.

I know you’ve heard the saying, “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other gold.”

Hogwash.

All my girls are golden.

So here’s to you—my golden girls.

The ones who become family, whose souls intertwine yours with a friendship that goes beyond missed texts and into late-night phone calls. When grief grips you to the floor, and they barge in with a love so fierce and so knowing that you are overcome with peace from their presence.

The ones with whom no words are needed.

The pick-up where we left off ones.

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The ones who are perfectly comfortable with how weird you are because they are too.

The ones there for the heart-wrenching lows and the breathtaking, beautiful, sweet highs of life.

The ones who may not get it but give you the benefit of the doubt anyway. Here’s to those ones.

Thank you for knowing me and loving me anyway.

Thank you for extending Jesus-like grace.

Mamas, tag your golden girls below so they know how much they are loved. Tag them to say, no matter the span of time that passes, we’re unshakable.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

Abbey Feldkamp

I’m Abbey, my passion in life is to create, any kind of art fuels my soul. I’m a photographer and flower farmer and basically just want to create beauty in this world.  God has always woven a meticulous winding path of creative endeavors within my life because he knows that’s what fills my cup. I live at @sunnyhillflowerfarm on 15 acres of sun-drenched barley fields with my high school sweetheart and three sweet babies. We have two rescued dogs, chickens, and I’m a beekeeper.  Our house is almost always messy, unorganized, loud and full of so much love. I love to see the humor in life, and that very much helps me to appreciate my kids to the fullest!  I’m half of the Busy Moms team at @Busy Moms Need Jesus on Facebook and Instagram.  I also blog about faith, flower farming, & motherhood here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/faithfarmingmotherhoodblog

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