Madeleine has been talking a lot lately about friends. Best friends. Apparently it's a problem that other girls might want to be her best friend when she already has a best friend. It's also objectionable that other girls want to play with her best friend. It seems eight-year-old girls are very territorial. Or, at least mine is.
This best friend talk has expanded beyond what's good for Madeleine and she seems fixated on the idea that everyone should have not just friends, but a best friend. That Joe and I say we are each other's best friends seems to have pacified her on her quest to ensure that everyone has their very own best friend, at least for now, but no one else is safe. Even little Elisabeth-- three-year old Elisabeth!-- who is in the beginning stages of forming new friendships with neighborhood children is in need of a best friend.
Today Madeleine asked Hank who his best friend was. Hank answered promptly, "You are, Madeleine." My heart melted. For a second. Madeleine told Hank she couldn't be his best friend, she already had a best friend. So Hank responded, in a tone that should have let her know that his interest level in the conversation was waning, not that it had been terribly engaged prior, by saying, "Well, I have lots of best friends. And you're one of them."
Madeleine went on to try and explain the concept of having just one, singular and only very best friend. But, honestly, I like Hank's outlook better.
2 comments:
Oh, goody! You're blogging again! In response to your comment on my blog: I will convert you by late Summer.
And re: your blog, Hank has always been wise beyond his years...
Love, Your BEST FRIEND ;)
I agree with Terri on the "oh so wise" Hank. This concept of many best friends is not one understood until later on in life which is a shame. Good for him :)
PS...Im glad you didn't give up blogging for Lent..Miss you on FB :)
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