“Mama, we have a fragile friendship.” This is what my son said to me on the walk home from school yesterday. My heart broke a little as he described a moment in his day. His first experience of friendship failure. I complimented him on his bravery in sharing his hurt feelings with his friends. Then we tried to celebrate the wins that came with their healthy reactions—an apology here, a quiet acknowledgement there. Later that evening I heard him talking to our cat, giving himself a pep talk of sorts, saying something wise about forgiveness and tomorrow being a new day. Trying to make sense of his little world, off kilter for a moment in time.
Fragile Things
Fragile Things
Fragile Things
“Mama, we have a fragile friendship.” This is what my son said to me on the walk home from school yesterday. My heart broke a little as he described a moment in his day. His first experience of friendship failure. I complimented him on his bravery in sharing his hurt feelings with his friends. Then we tried to celebrate the wins that came with their healthy reactions—an apology here, a quiet acknowledgement there. Later that evening I heard him talking to our cat, giving himself a pep talk of sorts, saying something wise about forgiveness and tomorrow being a new day. Trying to make sense of his little world, off kilter for a moment in time.