I just want to be invited

I have to admit that being a parent of teens isn’t what I thought it would be. I blame The Golden Girls TV show, which I grew up watching. It might be an odd choice for a young child, but I used the TV as a way to have constant background noise. I grew up an only child (my closest half-sibling wasn’t born until I was 12) and my house was always quiet.

Anyway, growing up with this influence means that my ideas of what friendship at almost 40 years old would look like. I sort of expected that I would have a few deep friendships and that we would be so comfortable in each other’s homes that we would be able to get together at the drop of a hat. We could have dinner or enjoy coffee together. We could even just sit in silence if that was what we needed.