The children were talking about an upcoming visit to Kansas this morning. They are excited to fly on an airplane, and to see their friends again. What I noticed was that they speak of their friends as if the friends haven’t changed in the ten months since they have been together. I wondered if they will have trouble connecting with their friends–after all, my children are different people than they were almost-a-year-ago, and their friends will be, too.
We change a little every day, and yet, because that change is so minute, we rarely recognize it in ourselves until we look back and compare our now-self to our then-self. Not only that, but we affect those around us–and they affect us–in so many ways. We’re growing to fit each other, usually, I think. So when we move away, when our contact grows farther between and our lives no longer intertwine, then the little sprouts of our lives begin to shoot out in their own directions.
I wonder if Mayhem’s quiet friend will still be willing to let Mayhem take the lead in everything, or if she will have found a voice of her own. Will Frienzy’s clingy friend still need so much, or will it be Frenzy left wishing for more?
All of these questions today, and even they are shaping me and my actions….because none of us are standing still.