So, two weeks ago I lost a dear family member and I’m really too laid out to address it. As I wade through my grief and examine the life of the dear one I have lost I am helped greatly by my family and friends. A good friend can get you out of your ditch, or hold your hand while he lay face down in the ditch until you are able to get yourself up. When Rex started kindergarten I told Mark he was nervous.
“Why?” Mark asked
” He is afraid he won’t have any friends.” I loved Mark’s candid response. “I’m still afraid of that.”
So, I went into my archives where I talked about making mom friends. It still holds up today.