All Good.

I've learned something today about my little girl.

She loves her cousin.

Lots.

And I mean adoration, not just a little bit.

Her cousin Ava is her best friend.

When they first make eye contact, they holler each others names, and embrace in a warm hug.

To watch a 2 1/2 and a 3 year old do that without prompting warms the heart.

Ava does no wrong in Heidi's eyes.

Oh, she doesn't like it if Ava gets pushy, or if she steps on her toy, or doesn't do what Heidi wants to do. But she's quick to forgive and forget, and get on with the playing, as long as Ava is leading the way.

It reminds me of another devoted little girl, who held a sister in high esteem.

I admired my older sisters as a young girl, how they were older then me and therefore more privileged.

I liked hearing what they talked about.

The books they've read, the movies they've seen, the friends they had.

I used to think, someday, I'll be able to join them in their circle they so easily shared.

Now, they gave me a fair chance. They tried to let me in.

I have to say it was a disaster.

I didn't know grace.

I didn't know meekness.

I didn't know people were supposed to be different and that everyone didn't think the same as me. I sometimes look at a person incredulously when they respond in surprise at my point of view, thinking they should have known how I felt.

It confused me.

I was a little mad about it.

Through trial and error and lots of growth

I get it now.

There is a time to be angry

There is a time to remain silent.

There is comfort in sisterhood, but more than that:

My sisters are my very best friends.

I've learned to play nice.

I'm thankful that my daughter has learned to accept a friend as she is,

and love her.



Here's a poem I thought would be appropriate, it reminds me of these two little girls.

And maybe not so little ones too.