Friendships that last the test of time

The thing about getting older and having kids is that it’s full of bittersweet moments.

Those days of living with your best mates, partying all night, staying in your PJs all day, getting up without much of a hangover, become a distant memory. You all move away from each other, get new partners, new jobs, new homes. Those gatherings, that were once based on getting pissed at one of your flats, become less and less frequent. When the first one of you has a baby it starts to slow down. Visits become perhaps an odd afternoon if you’re passing that part of the country. When nearly the whole gang has babies, the weekend gatherings are pretty much non existent. It’s no one’s fault, it’s just a fact of life. Everyone has their own lives with their own stuff going on. Meeting up becomes hard work, working out availability, travel time, and thinking about where everyone will sleep.

Some friendships last the test of time

Last weekend we went to stay with a university friend of mine. She’s got a little boy who’s just a day younger than Miss Belle. Last year they came down to us in May when the babies were about 16 months old. We’d previously met him in August 2015 at a surprise 30th birthday party up north. It was the first time Miss Belle met all my uni friends. The trek up north from Norfolk is long and painful, but we are used to it, having done it so many times to my parents since Miss Belle was a few months old.

Last year the babies loved each other. I was pretty sure the toddlers would get on well again, now that they are older. And they did. My friend and I kept showing them videos from WhatsApp to remind them or perhaps re-introduce them to each other, and I was talking about my friend and her son for a few days before we went. It didn’t take long for them to become friendly, with my friend’s son asking for lot of kisses!

toddlers holding hands together

toddlers forming friendships

On the way up we stopped for a few hours to see two of my other old uni mates who are married. Again I hadn’t seen them since August 2015, and even then, it was only for a few hours. They’ve just had their second baby and I got some lovely baby cuddles and so enjoyed catching up with them. We saw them again, and my other friend Claire, and her family on Saturday. We met up at a play area and went for a coffee. I was so excited to see Claire, having lived with her too at uni, and also having not seen her in 16 months.

That bittersweet moment

It was lovely to see everyone, despite the cold, but I came away from it feeling sort of sad. We only had a couple of hours together. There were four couples and six kids between us. The amount of one on one chat time I got with my friends wasn’t long enough. I found myself sort of yearning for my past. In some strange way, I wanted it to be eight years ago, where we all stayed up late drinking wine and chatting, getting excited (or frustrated in my case) about jobs, engagements, weddings and houses.

I know I shouldn’t be sad, I have so much to be thankful for. I know I should live and enjoy being in the moment. It’s not that I’m not happy being a mum, I love being a mum. It just hit me like a brick wall. I looked at my friend, with her two children, one at school and another toddler, and thought, bloody hell… she proper looks like a mum. Not in a “oh my days you look knackered way”, it’s just she’s not the 23 year old I remember. None of us are. I mean yes, I KNOW she’s a mum, I’ve known for five years, I’m not thick. It was like that moment in Friend’s when Monica refuses to think of herself as a “grown up”.

But as I looked around I felt so proud of what we’ve all become. We have grown up. I don’t know how it’s happened, but it has. It felt bittersweet.

The future

Before we knew it, the weekend was over and we left to go onto see a relative. Not before I got this close up snap of what I hope will be a friendship that continues to blossom over the years, (before they get all awkward and think forced friendships are weird).

toddlers holding hands

I hope, and actually truly believe, that even if it is only every 18 months, or maybe once a year, my friendships with my university friends will continue to last the test of time. And I really hope our children continue to get on and play together too.

Yes our wicked university days are over. In some respect they were the best times of our lives. But those times have been replaced with motherhood and family life. It’s a different life, but one with a love like no other.

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6 Comments

  1. 10th February 2017 / 5:20 pm

    Ahh, such a lovely post. I think if you are still friends with your uni friends then you always be. I am still close to my uni friends. Sadly one of my uni friends died last year after a battle with cancer. It was a tough time but on the otherhand I think it has meant that we have come together even more. We will all be doing the moonwalk marathon in her memory this year. xx

    • thisismenow
      10th February 2017 / 6:14 pm

      Oh so sorry to hear that Emma, yes I imagine it would bring you closer together. I hope the walk goes well, that’s a lovely thing to do for her xx

  2. 10th February 2017 / 9:36 pm

    This is a fab post and I love the photo of the little ones kissing. I never made friends at Uni….but I have friends from the bogging community and these friendships …some have grown a lot in just two years!
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  3. Claire
    11th February 2017 / 10:20 am

    Lovely. I know how you feel, there are lots of people to see in such a short amount of time you just don’t feel like you get that quality time with each person. Miss Belle is a beaut, as are all our uni babies! Times change but of course we’ll always be in each other’s lives….I can’t imagine not seeing these wonderful children develop and grow into wonderful adults, just like their mamas (and dads). I’m proud to be sharing this parent phase of our lives with you all….even if I do look like a knackered mum

    • thisismenow
      11th February 2017 / 11:05 am

      You DON’T look like a knackered mum!! You’re still more stylish than me like you always have been haha… it was great but I can’t wait for some proper child free time later this year.. on that note I shall text! Love you xx

      • Claire
        11th February 2017 / 11:20 am

        Ha ha must be the touch eclat because I most definitely am knackered!! Ha ha! Bring on the child free times whooop!

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