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The Steady One

This one hit me differently when she said

She tried to laugh when she said it — like it was no big deal.


“Mom, I’m never the main friend. I’m always the side friend. The second choice.”


She shrugged after. Like she’d already made peace with it.


But I saw it.

The split-second in her eyes before she looked away.

The quiet ache behind the joke.


And I hated that I understood it so well.


Because being the “side friend” isn’t loud.

It’s subtle.


It’s being invited… just not first.

It’s being included… as long as there’s room.

It’s the “you can come too” instead of “I was hoping you’d come.”


It’s sitting in a circle and somehow feeling like you’re on the outside of it.


I wanted to fix it.

I wanted to tell her it’s just a phase.

That she hasn’t found her people yet.


And maybe that’s true.


But I also know some seasons of life are just like that.

Not cruel in an obvious way — just quietly excluding.

Inside jokes you weren’t there for.

Plans that form around you instead of with you.


Here’s what I didn’t tell her right then:


Being the side friend builds something in you.


It builds awareness — you notice the kid standing alone.

It builds loyalty — you don’t play about the people you love.

It builds depth — you care more about real connection than being seen.


And it builds character.


Because the loudest friend isn’t always the most important one.

The one at the center of every photo isn’t always the one people run to when life falls apart.


Sometimes the most important friend is the steady one.

The safe one.

The one who shows up every time without keeping score.


I know what it feels like to be second choice.


But I also know this — the right friendships don’t make you compete for a place at the table.

They don’t make you question where you stand.

They don’t keep you on rotation.


One day, she won’t feel like the extra chair.


She’ll be someone’s first call.

Someone’s constant.

Someone’s “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”


And until then, I’ll keep reminding her —


Being overlooked doesn’t mean you’re less.


Sometimes it just means you’re in a room that was never meant to hold you in the first place. 🤍​

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