My thought is that since it’s a small world, we ought to stop competing over it and start respecting it and each other. Stop playing Tug of War; join hands, stick together, and play nicely. Children figure this out. Why can’t adults?
I spent the last 8 hours in the delightful company of my firstborn child. We spent the day making paper roses out of pages of an old copy of The Lord of the Rings for her wedding bouquet, trying out hair-dos for the wedding, and talking heart to heart. I am so grateful that the years we’ve spent together have produced two women who have grown to be great friends. You can read all kinds of opinions about whether your children are supposed to be your friends, but in the final analysis, if you both live to be adults at the same time, you can have a friendship that is richer, deeper, closer than any you can imagine. My daughter was born when I was 22, and in many ways, we grew up together. We read together, learned together, laughed together, cried together, explored different roles and ages and stages in each others’ company and discovered that we really like each other. We’ve always been very honest and good communicators. So, I sincerely want to say,
“Susan, thank you for being my companion for 28 years (so far)! I love you very much.”