Wolfie is prone to asking, “Are you my friend?” In my parent state of hyper sensitivity, I sometimes feel that he asks the question because he doesn’t have any friends, which is untrue. And I know he doesn’t mean it like this. (refer to hyper sensitivity).
This morning while driving Wolfie to school, he said, “Dada, you’re my friend.” And I replied, “You bet, Sweetie.”
I love my little guy.
MOMMA'S version of this story:
Wolfie rarely says "Are you my friend?" as a question. He says it as a statement. "You MY friend mama." And my (more optimistic) interpretation is that he is learning what friendship means. And exploring the idea of what it means to have a friend...or more than one. One thing, as a modern parent, that we struggle with is NOT wanting to appear as a braggart about our child. So in someways I feel like we downplay how awesome Wolfie. But the truth is he is a great kid. And he's actually pretty popular. There was one day when i went to his little school and the main teacher said "Wolfie is settling in so well. All the kids love him and so do all the teachers. He's such a sweetie." Then a fellow parent (who hadn't heard the teacher say this) said "Oh you're Wolfie's mom! My little girl talks about Wolfie ALL the time! He's quite the popular one!" And then literally another parent said "ooooh Wolfie's mom! We love Wolfie. And my boy always talks about him." I have to say I was beaming. Not because he's "popular" (although a little part of me loves that too) but knowing that people are responding to him because he has such a sweet and sunshiney personality. He's our little Golden Boy. And he IS our friend.
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