BFF

 
I love listening to Ava tell me about her day.

 It's always full of silliness involving her & her best friends.  Stories about sharing cupcakes, fun at recess, planned sleepovers, and silly jokes in typical six-year-old-girl fashion.

There are days when I wish I could be her best friend.

I’d be the friend who always saved her a seat at lunch.
We'd go to music, gym and art together.
We'd tell secrets and giggle when "he" walks by.
We'd make up songs and jokes and stories.  And laugh hysterically at each other. 

I’d be the friend who would invite her to sleepovers, 

sharing my toys, my pillows and my dress up clothes.

When it was time to find a partner, we would run to each other and hold 

hands tightly making our friendship known to everyone.

I would hold her hand through break-ups and laugh at her quirkiness.  

I'd “get” her the way no one else does.  

I’d love her even after she couldn’t stop her anger or tears.

We would shop for prom dresses together.  

We'd roll our eyes at the hundreds of pictures taken.  

We would wait patiently while our Dads lay down the law to our dates.  

We’d make huge mistakes together, 

and maybe even hit some rough spots during our friendship.

We would always look for each other at birthdays, graduations and weddings.

And when I got a phone call in the early morning hours saying, “It’s time,”

I’d speed over to the hospital to hold her hand yet again.  

I’d scoop up her newborn baby and remember the times we told secrets with ribbons in our braids.

I want that for her.

I wish I could save her from loneliness.  

I’d love her fiercely the way only a true friend can.

Instead I am a mother. I am her mother.  

So I pray.   

For a girl who will love her.  

For a friend who will stand with her and sit with her and walk with her.  

For a friend who will always be there, despite time, boyfriends or circumstances.

And I teach.  

Teach her how to be that friend to others.  

And then I step back.  And wait.  

I know there will be days when she will be hurt and left out and rejected.  

But there will also be many more days when she will be 

loved and wanted and cared for.

I cannot be her best friend but I will do all that I can for her.  

And I know that she will be ok.