Why I Love my Children’s Friends February 24, 2010
I was thinking yesterday about how much I love my children’s friends.
It all started with Andy and Joe. As toddler friends of my oldest son, Josh, they invaded my home and heart. Through years of sleepovers, birthday parties, spontaneous visits to see what I was cooking for dinner and wolfed-down boxes of donuts they taught me the importance of knowing and loving my kid’s friends.
Last weekend Julia asked me to take her and two friends to Mt. Dora (if you’re local and haven’t been there, you gotta go). We had lunch and looked in little shops and had yummy ice cream. I came home last night to find my three at-home kids and a couple of friends lounging in the family room playing cards and watching tv. Next week while Benny and I enjoy an anniversary get-a-way two of Jake’s friends will keep him company to eat frozen stuff, unless Ian decides to do some cooking. (That’s Jake with Ian, Tobin and other friends of his I’ve come to love…what delightful young men they are!)
Why is it important to know and enjoy our children’s friends? Because then they’ll want to hang at our house! For various reasons, my house wasn’t the “hang out” when I was a teenager. My parent’s didn’t really know my friends so when I told them things about them (usually good things, even if I wasn’t being honest) Dad and Mom believed me. They had no reason not to. My friends didn’t know my parents, so they were unaware that some of my activities weren’t parent-approved. My life at home was separate from my life outside home. Not a good thing.
If you’re the mom of young children, start preparing your heart and home now for your kid’s friends. Enlarge your heart. Warmly greet their friends. Make your loving presence known when they’re playing. Keep them closeby rather than allowing them to regularly run off unsupervised to their room or the back yard. Wisely guide your children to friends whose parents have a similar presence in their children’s lives.
And as their teen years approach, plan to bake and cook and make sure snacks are in the house. Food is one of the best ways to make your home teen friendly. Over the years we’ve purchased ping pong tables and dart boards and Madden Football and board games of every kind. Up north we added a basketball slab to our back yard and in Florida we designed and, with the help of amazing friends, built a cost-efficient pool that allows our sports-loving kids to play water volleyball and basketball. But nothing matters as much as having frozen burgers on hand for last-minute grilling, pre-made cookie dough in the frig, and extra bags of chips and sweet tea “just in case.”
Cuz sometimes all that turns into, “Hey, Mrs. P, can we talk?” There are also greetings and hugs and smiles from all those who come and go through my house. I will cry at their weddings and rejoice when they have babies. My life has been enriched by the noise and fun of having so many of them around. And I’ve been sanctified by having to clean up after them when they rushed out without realizing someone was going to have to deal with the mess. Over 3 decades of Andy and Joe, Mel and Megan, David, Erika, Julie and Lindsay and Ariel…and all of Jake’s loud and hungry friends around…I’ve come to see that the messes and sleep loss due to spontaneous late-night movies or PVB and hefty grocery bills are worth it all.
Speaking of groceries, I’m off to Costco to buy stuff for Jake, Ian and Tobin’s week. (Tobin, I promise no pasta…it’s frozen pizzas for you!)
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When I was a young woman like many of you, I rarely thought about what the aging process would do to my face, hair, skin and body. A part of me is glad because I may have become preoccupied with how to slow it down. And my friends might not feel the freedom to give me those old lady cards that talk about wrinkled, sagging body parts.
The problem for me was this. He could remember details of his 7th grade football game or the score of the 1971 Redskins game and how many yards Sonny Jurgensen threw for the win. And he could start singing Beatles or Rolling Stones lyrics from songs I didn’t know existed!
After everyone but my youngest daughter left I pouted. Whisked around my bedroom cleaning with that “mad” energy that descends when anger gives me fresh energy. Rehearsed how often I give up my plans to serve my family and how faithful I am to put my plans on our family calendar so everyone will know what’s coming up.
It was quite some time before I changed the focus to me. My anxiety; perplexity; lack of trust in God. And my willingness to so easily judge my husband’s heart. The man who daily demonstrates his care and who has loved me for nearly 40 years in spite of how hard I make it for him.
I was unprepared for how this past weekend was going to affect me.