Last night my daughter, Madeleine and I went to dinner with our mother-daughter book club members. After more than eight years in the club together, the girls all started college in August and September. This was the first time they were home after the end of their first terms, and the first time we were all together since before they graduated in May. We were missing one member, who is still finishing finals at her school and won’t be home until the rest of us are scattered in different directions. Otherwise, the evening was perfect.
As I looked around the table at these familiar faces, I was grateful for the fact that we’re still making it a priority to spend time together. I’ve known most of the girls in the group since first grade and through the added connection of Girl Scouts, and it was so rewarding to see them grown into poised young women. Even though we hadn’t all read a common book for our get together, our thread is strong enough for us to have meaningful conversations about each others lives without the opening a book provides.
Too many times I find myself in conversations at gatherings of acquaintances where I don’t create conversation that matters and don’t receive any back. So it was especially rewarding to spend an evening with people I care about, learning new things about who they are as individuals.