Sunday, July 18, 2010
A Letter to a Childhood Friend
Last summer my daughter went to her house and spent a week. This summer her daughter came to our home. What a special treat to see our two girls being together. What a treasure it was to be with a child that reminds me so much of a childhood friend, and to get to know her. What a pleasure it was to have her daughter snuggle up with me on the couch and let me scratch her back and just love on her. Thank you for the best gift of time with your children and time with you. Thank you for loving me with all of my faults. By the way, I am sorry that I stole your boyfriend so many years ago. Neither one of us wanted him in the end so it worked out, but I am sorry that I hurt you then. It is one of many regrets of my teenage years. I forgive you for telling me that there was no Santa Clause, tooth fairy, or Easter Bunny. I also forgive you for telling me there were alligators living under my bed. By the way, I still sometimes check under my bed to make sure all is well when I am home alone. I think of you each and every time.
There is something very special about having a friend that has grown up with you, seen your good and bad, lived the same childhood history as yourself. As she was standing in my kitchen this time, she asked me about the lunchbox that was on top of my cabinet. Her dad also carried one like it to the mines. She too has the same memories of a father coming home smelling of coal dust. Then ever so quietly she said, "I miss seeing him get out of his truck, carrying his lunchbox." I too miss my dad, but no more words were needed between childhood friends.
grace and peace,