Where Ever We Go, Amigo

In my last post about my “Odd Couple,” Cheryl of Geek Girl commented that although my boys are opposites, I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s right. No matter how unlike each other they are, they are best friends. Like my sister and I – like my mother and her brother. In my heart, I hope Zuki and Samu will always forgive each other no matter how idiotic the stunt is. Hey, if my mother and I forgave our younger siblings for up and dying, then really – what could be so bad other than denying the survivor the chance to have the last word.

Word. There, I said it.

Likewise, I constantly teach my boys to respect their friends. As a second generation American, I haven’t much family here – but friends – are my backbone. From experience I know that friends are the only people not obligated to respect you back. But if you earn their trust, you can bet you’ll never feel alone.

On the day off from school, we visited good friends who defected to Westchester. Okay, they just moved – but we never got over it. The older boys have known each other since they were babies and the younger siblings were just mere ideas. We still connect, the parents the kids and the gab in between – that’s a rarity and I cherish it.

All that said, my boys crossed the line during our last get together. They outcast the little sister (who’s the same age as Samu) by claiming their group for boys only. Things eventually got smoothed over, but I let them have it when we got home.

“Never, ever, ever cast out a friend or make him or her feel left out. Would you like it if someone did that to you?”

They hung their heads in shame. Samu said, “That would hurt my feelings.”

Exactly.

I told them if I ever caught them excluding their friends again, I’d make them sing the theme song for “Beaches” (a.k.a. The Wind Beneath My Wings). First of all, they’re afraid of Bette Midler and I understand, she looks like a drag queen. Second, the cheesy keyboard part is just too dated for them. They’d rather move like Jagger.

While I hope their own musical preferences improve, it’s not as pertinent as their keeping their word about respecting friends.

May they always be this happy together.

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22 thoughts on “Where Ever We Go, Amigo”

  1. How did I not know your blog had moved? I’ve been really out of it! I think it is hilarious that your kids consider Bette Midler ballads punishment. haha!

  2. You’re such an awesome mama, Nami. I would never have thought to use Bette Midler as a form of punishment, but I can see how that would be truly effective.
    I can see that you’d be a fiercely loyal friend. Makes me want to meet you even more πŸ™‚

  3. Your approach worked perfectly. Never again will your boys β€œexclude” any of their friends, boy or girl.

    O, my boy loves Move like Jagger! I like the song too. But having to hear it played eight times a day is a little too much for me.

    1. While I agree, I remember playing Joe Jackson and The Clash and finally Killing Joke while my mother asked why I wasn’t into Madonna. Guess that’s what I’m going through now. At least we all agree, no Lady Gaga around here.

    1. Well, thank you, Trinity. I appreciate the compliment, but wouldn’t recommend copying it in any manner – unless you’re used to being under fire!

  4. The majority of Noah’s friends (girls included) he’s known since kindergarten and a few since preschool and I love it. I get so mad when they are mean to each other, because we too have friends since elementary school. My favorite person in the world, who I’ve often said, “Couldn’t possibly have come from the same womb or have been raised in the same household” is my sister – even when she drives me nuts. Her friends have my back just as much as mine have hers. We’re all from this smallish town and didn’t leave or left and came back and we cherish our friendships. Your post made me feel a little emotional. But I have PMS too, so…

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