You might remember that I was pregnant at the same time my close friend Ange was…

Yesterday, Baby Rhi met Baby A….


Ironically, Rhiannon is not my only child who has a friend born within a short time of their birth.  Elanor’s friend CJ was born two days after her.

Elanor and CJ…somewhere in the 2-3 month range

CJ and Ellie having a laugh at my in-laws last weekend (both 3 years old)

Ravi and I are both only children.  While Ellie has some cousins that we make an effort to be close to on Ravi’s side of the family, I’m not particularly close to my extended family.  I love that I have close friends (who are my surrogate family) with children of a similar age.  I truly hope that I can post updates of both sets of kids in 10 years to whatever passes for facebook then, and that the kids genuinely turn out to be friends (and not just “we tolerate each other because our parents are friends”).

Obviously with everything that happened in the week before we came, this visit has had a far different tone that it would have had things not gone pear shaped with B.  I have struggled a lot this visit with how melancholy I find myself in part because part of me is dreading going back to Singapore and having to deal with the fallout of everything that happened, as opposed to compartmentalizing it while home.  Whatever the reason, it hurts me to think of everything that will change…again…before I’m home next.  Little A will be sitting up and possibly crawling the next time she and Rhi meet.  From one visit to the next CJ and Ellie began to speak in complete sentences.  While I don’t feel the march of time as acutely with my friends (because we change less, because we keep in contact directly, what have you), I look at our children and I viscerally get how much time has passed since we left and how things move on without us.  And it’s hard to contemplate that we will leave our loved ones behind…again…in less than a week.

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2 Responses to Friends…

  1. bookjunkie says:

    it really must be hard to be away from the comforts of home and family. It’s one of the reasons we hesitate moving anywhere else even though for other reasons it’s very tempting. Think I’m very much a homebody and that adds to it. Always felt a kind of admiration for people who leave their homes for adventures abroad…my cousin is one of them and it always feels wonderful when she’s back for a visit. Sometimes absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

    • Crystal says:

      It’s really a double edged sword. On one hand, it’s exciting to try living in a new place, especially one so different from “home.” On the other…it can be really stressful and upsetting. This trip marks the first time that I’ve cried upon leaving Boston.

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