July 19, 2012
Charlyse is only 7, so making friends at this age and expecting her to be friends with them when she’s forty is a little too much to expect. At least, that’s what most of us would probably think, right?
Some of my dearest friends today, at the tender age of 40, are girls I was in school with at 7 or 8 years of age. Okay, so I wasn’t best friends with them back then, but I WAS friends with them. And even though I lost contact with them for some ten or fifteen years, I still managed to reconnect with them after I’d had kids and forged a stronger friendship regardless of the years that had gone before us.
Charlyse has some really lovely friends at school. She seems to be pretty popular with most of the kids in her class, and amongst those are Amelie and Abbey. I guess it helps that I’m friends with their mums (that always makes things easier), but she was friends with them before their mums and I even uttered hello to each other.
They are sweet girls, they aren’t troublesome or nasty or manipulative. They play fairies at lunch time, they love to dress up, and they are big fans of Moshi Monsters. They are just typical little girls, living in a world that will eventually throw up obstacles and problems and tragedy, mixed in with laughter and love and adventure. Whether they go through this adventure we call Life together remains to be seen, but I hope that in years to come, if they do lose touch, that they will come back into each other’s lives and remember what it was like to be little girls playing fairies and dress ups, and remember a time when their biggest worry was whether to eat their vegemite sandwich for first lunch or second lunch. And I hope they appreciate the bond they shared as 7 year olds.