Gorgeous daughter has sent this rather scary picture of herself to my parents via email with a note saying “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PAYING FOR MY BRACES. I AM SO HAPPY WITH MY TEETH I CAN’T STOP SMILING” :-
She is miserable though. The countdown to her friend leaving the country is almost over. She goes tomorrow. There have been tears and parties and yesterday she gave a surprise tea party for her and 8 of her primary school friends (I still have the squashed smarties and 100 and 1000’s sprinkled around the floor to show for it). Tonight they’re going out for dinner and she wanted to have a sleepover “because it’s really important that we spend as much time as we can together” and she and her other best friend have spent all the money they got for Christmas (plus some they’ve borrowed from me) on vastly over generous leaving presents AND they’ve made cards and books and written letters to be opened on the plane and they’ve printed off the lyrics of relevant songs like “You’ve Got A Friend In Me” (Toy Story) and “You’ve Got A Friend” (no idea) that if they had their way they’d probably be busking outside the aeroplane as she boards the plane.
Frankly it is quite astounding just how much effort girls put in to their friends at this stage of their lives. I remember it well. All those secret code letters and bubble writing books and just so much thought. As we get older and we move away from the bubble writing – the thoughtfulness and consideration and effort for our friends remain, it’s just a little more diluted.
My boys are looking on in amazement. Apart from teenage son telling his sister that he thought she looked better with her braces on, they simply don’t get the point of all that stuff. Why bother? Just say goodbye and get over it. Move on.
It makes me wonder if this is entirely stereotypical. It makes me wonder if this is why I was to become eternally disappointed by the lack of effort men put in compared to women. Of course they make the effort, but it’s all relative. I’m not sure though whether anything ever comes close to girls and their best friends on a scale of one to ten effort. Or perhaps that has just been my personal experience to date.