Childhood Friendships

childhood friendships

Watching my daughter interact with her friends has shown me many things. Watching her interact with one of her three best friends has shown me even more. Children are so innocent, and it’s beautiful. They do not look at a person’s clothes, the color of their skin, or how much money they (or their parents) make. They don’t care. They don’t care what their friends look like in any way, shape, or form.

The way they interact is awesome as well. They fight and argue, but two seconds later all is forgiven. They hold complex conversations that no adult could ever hope to understand. They show so much love for one another that it is almost unbelievable. Every single thing that they do expresses their love for one another. They don’t question it- it just is what it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.

My daughter’s best friends consist of two cousins and a neighborhood girl. The neighborhood girl is the one she sees most often. Her name is Ava, and she’s five.  These two girls love to play princesses, Paw Patrol, sisters, and house. But they also love to play outside, dig in the dirt, and fight with foam swords or pretend to be ninjas. My daughter’s second best friend is Autumn. Autumn is about five (she may have turned six already) and she is my husband’s niece’s middle daughter. The girls did not meet until they were about three years old, but the second they did they were inseparable. Autumn lives in North Carolina, and every time we go to visit the girls are attached at the hip until we leave. The girls play rough. They wrestle, play in the dirt, ride bikes, and they really like beating up my husband or our brother-in-law. Then there is Little Ricky. He is my daughter’s first cousin. In fact, they were born six days apart. Little Ricky was born on Vikki Beth’s due date, and she was born on his. These two are crazy when they get together. They jump on things, run around like little mad people, and when they hug, they like to tackle each other…hard.

My daughter has a few other friends as well. Mostly they are our friend’s children in Florida. Lizzy is one of my husband’s best friend’s daughters. They get along well, but they certainly aren’t as rough as I know my daughter can be. Lizzy is more shy and quiet than Vikki Beth (my daughter). Alyssa is another one of my husband’s best friend’s daughters. She’s a few years younger than Vikki Beth, but my daughter does so well with smaller children.

You may be asking yourself what the point of this post was. Here it is: we can learn a lot from watching our children interact with others. First and foremost, they have no constraints when it comes to becoming friends. Whether black, white, Hispanic, Asian, or anything else- our children will make friends with them. Religious or not, rich or poor, personalities like their own or not, they will make friends with them. Our children love just as hard as they play. Their love literally knows no bounds when it comes to anyone in their life. They aren’t afraid. I have never seen my daughter afraid to say hello to someone new, or to immediately join into a game other children are playing. Sure, sometimes the kids are mean and tell her they don’t want her to play… but she just shrugs it off and goes to play with the next group of kids. She doesn’t harbor any resentment to those who have been mean to her. Life is what it is… and it doesn’t get any simpler than that.

If you would like to read more of my personal ramblings about children, you can take a look at one of the following articles:
Pyschotically Endearing Toddlers
It’s Better To Be Pissed Off Than Pissed On
Parenting Fears: Oh No! They Must Have…


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Trackback: Parenting: Releasing The Chokehold | Pen Possessed
  2. Trackback: Children And Chores | Pen Possessed

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: