Five Minute Friday (or Saturday if you’re a little lacking on time, like me this week). Where you gather with friends at Lisa-Jo’s over a shared word and type your heart out for five minutes. No edits, no take-backs.
She sits alone, in a crowd of people. She looks at you, with a hopeful smile and joy in her eyes, and you smile back, giving her a courteous nod and a not a second thought as you pass her by. She is the one who seems like she’s got it all together. She’s got the house and the car, the job and career
. She is brave and strong, no weakness to be found. But that is only the outside. The shell coating her imperfections and insecurities is weak, though the enamel looks to be ironclad. But she is forgotten. Her soul weeps at the minor transgressions she feels that you don’t even notice, because you don’t realize how closely she is paying attention.
She is the one with the most tender heart. The one who wants most of all to be invited to coffee. To sit across from you at girl’s night, a glass of wine in her hand and a laugh on her lips. She, who appears to have it all is craving the community that she sees on your Facebook page, the pictures of friendship she notes in your blogs, the camaraderie you share on Twitter. She has a multitude of friends in number, but in real life, she is lonely. She just wants one. One friend. One confidant. One girl to be by her, to hold her hand through the toils of motherhood and humanity. She is right next to you. Do you see her?