“There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.”
― Charlotte Brontë
Change and transition are not easy for the strongest among us, and perhaps take their greatest toll on the smallest of us. In times of upheaval and transition, we are comforted by the familiar, the known, the safe. We want to be surrounded by what we know and those whom we trust. The familiar.
My son is truly a trooper and has given me glimpses of what he’s made of. He’s smart, sensitive, intuitive and well, all the same, a nine year old boy. The kind who loves to throw a football, giggle at bad words, deliver a curve-ball over the plate, get lost in video games.
And hang with his dudes.
To help ease some of the bigness of life, I got a few of his guys over for a sleep-over this last weekend. It’s called a sleep-over, but really, the boys were just over. Of course, there was some sleep involved, just not a whole lot. My Sunday morning began around 0-six-hundred as I heard something much louder than pitter-patter on the wood floor above me.
One thing I know, he knows how to pick good friends.
The time together included dinner in the dark on the sidewalk out in front of the house; al fresco style complete with a flashlight.
Crazy made up games.
Challenges and contests.
Roasting marshmallows over the grill.
Silliness. Pure silliness.
Races in the living room with carpet skates.
A picnic style breakfast while watching YouTube on the tube.
It’s clear to me, these boys are comfort creatures to my boy. They give him a place to belong. A place where his name is known and his laugh is met with more laughter. A place to trust himself to be nothing but himself.
How young it starts, when we begin to make such a difference in the lives of others. If only these boys knew the importance of their presence. In time. In time.