A New Friend
Yesterday, after I brought Lucas home from school, he calmly announced that he had a friend coming over to play.
Oh. I was relieved that there wouldn’t be a surprise visit from one of Lucas’s classmates and a mommy who would see the disaster that is my house.
Lucas bounded to the front door and opened it just in time for us to see a big helicopter landing on our front lawn. With great joy, he invited his pilot friend into the house and then politely introduced us. “Mom, this is Charle.”
Charle wasn’t here long before he and Lucas started arguing about something. I wish I could remember exactly what it was, but I don’t. Lucas came to me, very upset because Charle (“Not Charles, Mom! CHAR-ul!”) was disagreeing with him on some important point.
Now I’m mediating an argument between Lucas and his imaginary friend.
“Well, Charle and Lucas. You two need to get along while Charle is visiting. We’ll have to share and treat each other with respect and use only kind words. If you keep arguing, we’ll be forced to ask Charle to leave.”
Lucas looked at his buddy.
“Well, guys? Do you think you can get along nicely?” I asked.
Lucas nodded. Presumably, Charle nodded, too, because a big smile spread over Lucas’s face. “Come on!” he said. “I’ll show you my room.”
The two boys scampered off to play.
I'm a busy freelance editor and writer, wife to Ian, and mother to two precious boys. I am living each day to the fullest and with as much grace, creativity, and patience as I can muster.
"Love doesn't just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new." —Ursula K. LeGuinn
November 29, 2006 at 9:30 pm
That’s a great story.
) Made me smile.