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friendships

A bad friend can make kids alienate themselves.
I was fortunate enough to attend camp in some capacity for every summer from the age of five (at YMCA John Island's family camp) through to the age of 29 (as the director of YMCA Camp Kitchikewana). In those 25 or so summers in between, I had the pleasure of attending and/or working at seven camps in total. The following is what I took away from a quarter century of camp.
My husband Matthew passed away from brain cancer last August. He was 39 years old. I now find myself a single mother of 3 young children. As I've started to heal over these last 6 months, I've been thinking a lot about friendship and the different people in my life.
As I get older, and life continues to pass me by at an alarming rate, I have really started to wonder why people wait for things. I understand putting things off because you are saving money for that dream trip, or working towards a particular goal, but the ones who really get me are the "someday" people.
We can all sympathize with the new kid on the block. The sweaty palms. The scratchy throat. The familiar feelings associated with being in a strange environment, surrounded by people you have never met before -- like it's you against the world.
Since I moved into my new high-rise building, I have made a lot of nice, friendly straight male friends. This is a new experience for me, as for many years I largely surrounded myself with gay men. Not that I am complaining, of course, but I am so amazed with how open minded and non-judgmental many straight men have become, in terms of having gay friends to hang out and chill with.
I get my "friend fix" every Saturday morning at my youngest daughter's gymnastics class. So here's my question: Why do I feel like I need the "excuse" of gymnastics class to spend time with my friends? Maintaining my friendships is an important part of maintaining my well-being.
Dear {insert name}, It began as a disagreement. It has exploded out of control. When I saw you walk into the restaurant, I
Friendship has been on my mind a lot lately. My daughter is at an age when she's transitioning through friends. A long-time
You're a wife and mother to a four-year-old with another baby on the way. I, on the other hand, am still single, trying to figure out my next career move and wondering if I'll ever find a husband or have kids. I know we've always called ourselves "best friends," but lately I've been wondering if we're living up to the title.