Month of Love #11: Susan St. John - Rogers

July is my episode month.
July 9th, in fact.
And I am excited.
And I didn't get here alone.
And so, it seems only fitting, that a few of these posts have to do with the many people who played a significant role in helping me to learn, I MATTER.
And don’t get me wrong – that list is LONG.
TOO long for this blog.

However, there a few that, especially this year, this year of Extreme have really shown me that not only do I love them, but also they, in turn, love me.

Meet Susan St. John - Rogers.  AKA, Sassy Susan. :)
She's the curly haired ginger.
BEAUTIFUL, curly haired ginger.
Technically speaking, I need gingers at a ratio of 3:1 in my life.
At all times.
If you're reading this and you're a ginger, I already love you.

Susan is the Residence Director for the Boston Ballet's Summer Dance Program.
Has been for 13 years.
I've been an RC here for 8, and am spending my first summer as the ARD.
It's been interesting.

And over all my summers, we've had so very much fun.
I've met amazing staff and students.
And I love coming home to this city every summer.
For the city, for the job, and for my friend, Susan.

I can't really explain to you when we switched from co-workers to friends.
I can assure you it wasn't the first summer, or the second for that matter.
I was learning to do the job and was wrapped up in doing it well.
Or at least thinking I was.

But somewhere along the way, a wonderful life friendship grew.
And looking back after this year on Extreme, I have a new found respect for why.

Our friendship hasn't always been easy.
There were hard parts and rough patches, but we stuck through it.
And I'm so happy we did.

Our lives haven't always been easy.
But we share.
We bounces ideas off one another.
We commiserate.
We counsel.
We laugh so hard we snort.

What I realized about our friendships is Susan is the first woman friend in my life EVER - which is CRAZEBALLS, who said, here are my broken bits.

They aren't pretty.
They aren't perfect.
But I'm a work in progress.

And I remember then, as I am right now, how in awe of her openness and realness I was.
It's scary to open up.
To share the pieces you think no one wants to know about.
But we do.
And those of us that want or need to hear, will stay long after your story has been told.
This year, while one Extreme, I also missed a lot. 
Weddings.
Ouch.
Bridal Showers.
Ouch.
Baby Showers.
Ouch.
Birthdays.
Ouch.

And I had to.
To honor my light, and my commitment this year, I had to.
To make having left my kids and my school worth it, I had to.

Now, before you panic, I DID make it Susan's Wedding to Chris a few years ago.
But.
Michael Blair was born in December.
And guess who missed that baby shower?
Heart.
Broken.

And yet, we move forward with life and with our friendship.
Susan also came to visit  me while on this year of Extreme.
And I remember, as we sat in my faux living room/bedroom, how thankful I was that she didn't treat me any differently.
And she knew exactly what I had been struggling with.
To know her is to know her kindness.
Her empathy and humor.
Her business savvy side.
Her passion for family and friends.
Her beautiful hair (yes, that's vanity).
Her kind eyes and smile.
Her motherly instincts.
Her blissful non-understanding of JUST HOW AMAZING she is.
And her groundedness. (Apparently not a real thing.  Okay.)

I am blessed by our friendship, DAILY.
And her wisdom and kindness, DAILY.
Thanks for walking into my life.

Thanks for "I don't know, baked Fish?"
And, "Your momma don't work here."
And, "I DO NOT HAVE HERPES!" Yelled at the tops of your lungs.
And for Michael Blair.
And his laugh.
And sharing your beautiful family with all of us.

And for simply put, being you, and allowing all of us to be the same.







Comments

  1. Susan is amazing. I miss her. I was so lucky to student teach with her, and I'm so happy to see all the happiness she's found in her life. Also, you're blog's great Jami, so glad my friend told me about it :)

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