One of my longest relationships will be coming to pause very soon, and I’m left feeling a bit… scared.
When I was in grade 8, my parents moved from the town of Bridgewater to Auberndale. So for a 14 year old teenage, hormonal bitch, they pretty much moved me to hell. For those of you who think your teenager daughter is giving you problems, talk to my parents. They’ll tell you, it could be much worse.
I went from being a townie, with my home-made flask which was an old VO5 hairspray bottle walking to the Mustangs game, to having my parents picking me up from everywhere. Hind-sight, having my parents make me change schools from BHS to Hebbville probably saved my life. Or at least kept me out of prison. Please note, this was just my experience.
That first day I walked into my new grade 8 home room class and my teacher, Rhonda Himmelman, told Nadia Murphy to show me around. Why she chose Nad, I have no idea, I don’t think she knows why, but Nadia was my first friend at Hebbville. She introduced me to her tribe. That’s how I met Jen. They were athletes. Smart athletes. I was all, soooo do you guys party or what? They were all, ahhh, no we play sports and we’re smart. It was like I was in detox. I thought this would be the longest 2 years of my life until I got to Parkview.
I met lots of other good friends. Friends that I’m great friends with today. But I always had a special friendship with Nadia. We may not have eaten lunch together everyday, but I knew that she was rooting for me to do well at this school, and she knew that when the time was right, and she was ready to put down that basketball and scientific calculator, I would introduce her to my friend, Dr. McGillicuddy.
Throughout Park View we met lots of other friends, had boyfriends, she played basketball while I played volleyball. Everyone was busy with their own lives. And then someone would put the call out. There’d be a girls night after exams, a Rockey Movie mararthon after a championship and slumber parties after bad breakups.
Then everyone went off to school in different parts of Canada. Jen, Nad and I would meet in Ottawa and a few years later drive for 20 hours to Brockville Ontario to have a few dinners together.
Then, we stood for each other in all of our weddings. And she rubbed my back during my entire labour and delivery. We’ve been there for each other through marriage, divorce, births, deaths, the good, the bad and the ugly, and we’ve been doing it for 20 years strong.
And every time…
She answers the call.
Nadia will be going to NewZealand to practice Orthopedic Surgery for 18 months, and we’re so happy for her. She’s worked hard for this. She deserves all her success. And I’m not worried that she won’t do well. She will, she’ll do great. I guess I’m worried that she may not be able to answer the call; if there’s a tragedy, a celebration, a milestone or just… a need. We’ve been conditioned to count on everyone being there to answer that call, and I’m worried when that won’t be able to happen. And I thought I was worried for Jen and I, not having her to answer our call, but the truth is…I know Nadia. And despite her sometimes tough, surgical exterior not being able to answer that call will be very hard for her. She’s never missed one before. I think it’s worrying her too.
But it’s ok, because 18 months isn’t all that long, and I have a feeling that we’ll have a big celebration when she returns. And I’m pretty sure that our friend, the swanky orthopedic surgeon, will be picking up the tab.