My "oldest" friend in the world is one day younger than me. We've known each other since our preschool days, and, the link goes back even further, since in their youth, our mothers once worked together. We lived a stone's throw from each other, and spent many a long school holiday stretch at each other's home. There were sleep-overs, endless ballet lessons, sing-a-long's to "Smash Hits '87", and we were on the same netball team for at least a decade! In short, we were besties!
My old bestie has recently moved nearby after living in Melbourne for some time, and last week we got to meet each other's youngest child. Both of us have had three children, all reasonably close in age. Six children between us could be CRAZY, but it wasn't. What it was, was comfortable. Our eldest girls were instant friends, and the next two played quite well, leaving us to spend some quality catch-up time with each other, and to meet our littlest ones.
My baby girl has a different look than her older brother and sister. She's darker, with a lovely, round apple face - while her siblings are both blondies. Most people see my face when they look at her, but I don't. I see my younger sister in her - something my bestie saw within the first few seconds of meeting her, because ofcourse, she had also known my younger sister as a child. It was the same for her baby boy. Even though her husband is dark-haired & dark-eyed, it was my bestie's younger brother - as a little boy - I could see in her baby's face. Both of us were surprised (a BIG-GRIN kind of surprise!) by this recognition. Such a great feeling.
Watching our children play together (mixed with a bit of bickering & dobbing - standard in the world of children!) all of those shared memories, experiences and history came rushing back. A sense of our friendship repeating itself. I cannot wait to watch our children grow up together. I hope they'll end up as close friends too. It makes me feel quite sentimental!