Being With Him by Jessica Barksdale Inclan

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A couple of nights ago, I sat around a restaurant table with five friends I've known for many moons, and at one point, I almost started laughing.  We were hysterical, we old bats.  And old bats, we were.  We were talking about our children, and children in general.  The current generation!  the lack of responsibility!  How spoiled they all were.

Then we moved onto arm fat and drooping skin.  Botox.  Face lifts.

Dessert came, and everyone scrambled to eat it.  We bobbled our way home.

When we met, we were all much younger, some of our children just out of toddlerhood.  We sat at the edge of the pool and watched them swim.  We talked about things women in their early thirties talk about, which I think involved food preparation, tired husbands, and school systems.  There was more, of course, but as we've gotten older, so much of that discussion ceased.  Our children are graduating from high school and college.  They are working on graduate school applications, job applications.  They are working in the "real" world.

For one second that night, I squinted my eyes and saw us in another ten years, the conversation all about grandchildren and retirement.  I will be 57 then, the rest of them into their 60's and 70's. 

How nice that we will have made it that long together.  It will be like old times by the edge of the pool, and only the conversation will have shifted; the complaining about other things, the laughter the same.

Jessica