One. Two. Three knots.
Charlotte and I tied matching purple wish bracelets on our ankles as if we were still thirteen year old girls. As if Charlotte was not going to turn thirty at the end of the month. As if I wasn’t waging a one woman battle against my biological clock.
We wished for friendship.
We had hemmed and hawed over the display for a while. Did we want passion? Charlotte has passion and since I have my true love, that ruled out red. What about wisdom? I pushed for wealth instead. After all, I have student loans to pay.
Friendship it is.
So we stood in the sun, tying cheap bracelets on and wishing for friendships.
It did not escape either one of us that friendship was what we received.
As we get older, our little girl traditions get lost along the way as we find boys and reject boys, as we find ourselves and then find out we were wrong, as we set out to take over the world and later realize we don’t want the world the way it is now. We put sleepovers on hold so we can be adults, make dinner and pay bills.
We forget how important those traditions were when we were small. Some women get to be reminded when they have babies of their own. The language those children may use with each other might be different but the intent is the same. The embroidery floss bracelets traded will always look the same.
I don’t want the bracelet to fall off but like all childhood traditions, it must ultimately pass. This time in the form of falling off without help from me.
LPC said...
1Very nice.
04/20/09 9:51 AM | Comment Link
charlotte said...
2Jessie and I heart your blog (she especially like your pic…but not in a weird way)
04/23/09 10:48 PM | Comment Link