Perspective

A friend called me the other day - crying.  She was upset about an unpleasant exchange she had with her son.  I'm the worst mother.  I reminded her of what she told me when I called her with a similar story.  The worst mother sets her children on fire when they don't listen.  Geez.  My tears quickly stopped.  I might yell from time to time - but wow.  Perspective.


My friends offer me insight into - me.  One would think that since I have a front row seat in this drama of life, I would be able to recognize the truth, my reality.  And yet I cannot.  My perception of what is happening and the reality of what is happening are wildly different at times. My friends come to the rescue when I reach out to them.  They laugh with me or cry with me or metaphorically slap me across my face.


I called my friend complaining that I went to the movies alone last Saturday night.  She says in all her wisdom, did you call anyone and ask them to join you? There is no room for poor, lonely Lori Ann.  She reminded me friends don't read minds.  Shoot.


I told another friend that I am certain I have gained weight since I reintroduced carbs into my diet. Yes, you have, she says. I can see it in your face. Wait, what?  My friends don't lie to me.  Even when I wish they would.


I was talking with my friend at work and I shared with him that I have 37 friends on Facebook. After a long pause he said, well that's just sad.  I know.  Then he asked if I wanted to borrow some of his friends.  So sweet.


My friends save my life - everyday with their laughter and honesty and compassion and vigilance. I love that they see me in a way that I do not see myself.  I love that they show me how to be a better me.  I love that they lift me up or knock me down or help me put my broken pieces together one kind word at a time.


After hearing about my crappy day at work today, I love that my friend said, bitch please.  Which lovingly translates into stop complaining and be grateful for your job.  Such wisdom.  Such perspective.