Sunday, September 18, 2011
Pamela and I have been friends since junior high school, and Jim grew up in my hometown. Needless to say, we have a long history together. Pam and I had a ball, shopping at the flea market, at outlet stores, going into New York City, and visiting my Aunt Riz one day.
When we were "young moms", Pam and I spent a lot of time together through our involvement in MOPS, hanging out together with our kids, and regular afternoon tea while cheering one another on during the tough times and celebrating the milestones. When our oldest kids were three, and her daughter was just eight months old, she and Jim moved from the Denver area to Tokyo for a few years. We missed one another terribly and wrote letters to each other at least once a week. Back then, phone calls were extremely expensive, so they were reserved for rare occasions.
Through the years, I saved her letters and she saved mine. So, last week, I took her letters with me and one day we spent the whole day, reading through them. What a treasure! A priceless account of our lives as young moms, raising toddlers and trying to figure it all out. We read through them for hours, taking breaks for meals, but ended up each taking the remainder of our letters to bed, still reading.
When they returned to the states, Jim and Pam settled on the east coast. I wish I could say we kept up our correspondence, but by then email and inexpensive long distance plans had taken over, so we have only a few letters from that time.
We've both promised to take up writing again, even if it is less frequently than before. We still have a lot to say, as we navigate this part of lives.