The dictionary defines “friend” as “a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.” I like this definition. I like that we, as people, form personal bonds with one another.
A friend doesn’t have to live within 5 miles of your house. A friend doesn’t even have to live in your vicinity at all. I count hundreds of people as my friends. Some of them I’ve never even met in person. But meeting in person isn’t part of the definition of friends.
I have an affection… a personal regard for those that I call friends. I’d do anything I could to help them out. I support them. I laugh at their jokes. I cry with them. This all comes from a genuine place… a place without the need or want of reciprocation. That’s how I know they are my friend.
My girls are beginning to make real friends in school. They talk about them at the dinner table. They want to make them bookmarks and buy them candy bars from the PTA on Friday. I like that. I like that I’m showing my girls how to be a good friend.
But really… as parents… isn’t that what we want? To be able to look back on something and say… Hey… I taught them well? I know I want that.
What’s something you’ve taught your children about being a good friend?
Thursday’s Thought: Friendship
4 Nov ’10 By