Best Friends

Little Red has been friends with Big Jack since they were in utero.  Every week they hung out while their anxious parents studiously prepared for their impending arrival.  Soon after their births they resumed their weekly adventures and have played together at least once a week ever since.

Of course, as two year olds, they have a rocky friendship.  Their interests are so alike that they both love the exact same toys, and their closeness makes them more like siblings.  Usually every playgroup results in at least one battle between the two.

 The beauty is that they truly enjoy each other’s company and love each other.  No matter what tumult had happened on the previous visit they are eager to see each other again.  Today as we were running out to the car Little Red ran all the way down the walk calling, “I’m coming Jack!  Jack, I’m coming!”  Jack, in the car, heard Little Red’s calls and shrieked excitedly “Little Red!”

I need to be more like that, more ready to accept my friends for their virtues and more truly forgiving of their flaws.  I have so much to learn from these two-year olds.


4 thoughts on “Best Friends

  1. My oldest has a friend like that. They had lived in the same house (separate suites) since they were two. Last year they moved away but were still in the same class at school. They truly are more like siblings, even their teacher says so. It’s nice to have friends like that.

    Paul has already started thinking that if/when we move he wants us to be close enough that Little Red can still go to school with his friends. I can’t even get my mind around that far in the future, but it seems to have worked out for your guy!

  2. It always cracks me up to watch my sons play (and mostly fight) with their “best” friends, then cry and cry when they are seperated. Everyday is filled with “Can Carter come over to play?” or “Can we go to Will’s house today?” They may fight, but they really do like each other, too. You’re right. I think we have a lot to learn from our kids, don’t we? 🙂

    You’re so right, it is more fighting than playing and more tears than laughter. But it’s still love without offense.

  3. How sweet! There’s a little boy at church that Syd just loves. “OH it’s CONNER!” and she runs over and gives him hugs. This last sunday at church their family was sitting in front of us and Conner kept turning around in his seat and saying “Sydnie! It’s Sydnie!” It’s so sweet. If only we could be so truly excited to see our friends and not be embarrased to show it.

    I know, eh? Let’s all start being really excited to see people and see how many people smile, and how many people get freaked out. (I’m willing to bet we’d freak a lot of people out, now that I think about it.)

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