First, I came across the "selfie" that Lindsey took of herself to send to a friend, showing off her new gummy bear earrings.
A friend of mine texted me a photo of Marissa and a friend on an outing together.
I found a note Marissa's friend made for her at their summer program.
|Note the proper use of "you're." That's a smart friend!|
At first I couldn't figure it out -- why did all these little things make me a little nostalgic, a little proud? Finally, I put it all together.
I have known for years that they have friends. But these little signs made me realize that to others, they are friends.
I finally realized that my kids might be my daughters to me, little ones I am trying to parent, to be a good example for, to teach responsibility, kindness and all that stuff.
I wasn't present for any of these interactions. I could not remind my kids of manners, guide them in sharing or behavior that makes a good friend. And yet there they are, signs that they are indeed good friends to others.
They will make memories together on class trips, before- or after-school activities, sports, music, senior skip day (if they still have those), and I will not be there.
They are becoming their own people, people who actually have lives and activities outside of the ones that happen within our family. There is a world out there, and they are playing a part in it.
Based on how they're growing up, I think they're going to be pretty good parts.