Do you remember who your first friends were?

In these COVID days, I have been thinking a lot. I have been thinking about friendships and family. It is funny. Sometimes friendships begin because your teacher’s seating chart places you next to someone who turns out to be “a kindred spirit” as Anne of Green Gables so aptly expressed it. Sometimes you meet in a shared extra curricular activity like sports, scouts, dance, band, or youth group. Naturally, your siblings (with any luck at all) — and their spouses are friends as well.

But really, some friendships begin because they are siblings or cousins. For me, I had cousins for 5 years before I had brothers. I was the first born on both sides of my family. My parents adored their siblings and their children, as did I. So my first cousins (all 45 of them) and their spouses, and their children, and in some cases, their children’s children are my forever friends.

You had better believe, in this day and age that when of them cries, I taste salt. When one of them hurts, I want to comfort them. I learned from my cousins and brothers what love, loyalty, and friendship really mean.

Until I breathe my very last breath, this tribe gives me strength. This tribe modeled for me what a true tribe is. Thus, the friendships I formed outside of my family follow a similar pattern. Constancy and seeing the best in each other helps cement friendships and family. These tribes know my heart. They know my shortcomings and stumbles. Of course they do. But they also know my good points.

Today I am especially grateful for cousins.Β  I pray that you have tribes who affirm you exactly when and how you need it.

About Kate Kresse

I love to write, I love to talk, I love to uplift people when I can. I am a woman in love with life. I am a wife, mom, tutor, writer, and I am a perennial optimist. (OK not every single minute but you get the point! :-)
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8 Responses to Do you remember who your first friends were?

  1. Katharine says:

    I don’t remember knowing my cousins until I was maybe six or eight. My first little friend was named Christina, and I do remember wanting to go play with her, and some of the play, itself. I was maybe four. I did have siblings, though. And once school began for me, I acquired a few friends. I was a daydreamer and was more concerned with doing things perfectly right, than with having a good time. πŸ˜€ We do change. πŸ˜€

    • Kate Kresse says:

      I can just picture you in school, so engaged in learning and working so hard!! At the same time; your mind was engaged in your own hopes and ideas wouldn’t teachers have been astounded if we had both been on the same classroom πŸ˜„β€

      • Katharine says:

        Hahaha! We would have been in trouble all the time for talking in class!!! πŸ˜€
        I had a LOT of trouble getting my work done because I often had to begin again, having made a mistake on the paper and while daydreaming, often got on the wrong line of the work and had a huge mess going on the paper. πŸ˜‰

  2. I didn’t have cousins close to my age – they were all much older and some were adults with families of their own. But I have three friends (my own tribe) that I’ve known since childhood and all three of them have been my friends for 55-60 years!

    • Kate Kresse says:

      Oh gosh that is phenomenal. I moved around so many times when I was growing up. Hence I lost touch with many. But I am in touch with a grade schoof chum a couple of hs friends and some college friends… college started in 1972 πŸ™ƒ

  3. sarsm says:

    Like you I moved around a few times a s a child but my first best friend at school was called Eleanor. I ended up moving to the other end of the country ut we kept in touch. After studying she got a job about an hour or so away from me so that was lovely as we got to see each other a lot more often. She was at my wedding, watched theatre productions of my kids and when I ended up emigrating, flew over to visit me.
    She’s sill one of my favourite people in the world.

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