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The Friendship Jungle

Noah's friendship with the little boy next door continues. Though it's only been two weeks and I'd already have to describe it as "rocky." 

On  the other hand, the confidence boost was almost immediate -- Noah excitedly goes outside in search of Other Kids, and is bitterly disappointed when they don't magically appear. One day a couple of (much older) kids rode by on their bikes and Noah greeted them with boundless, innocent joy: "Are you here to play with me?" They (very kindly) admitted that they were not before pedaling off, leaving Noah behind and his little heart melting all over the sidewalk. 

"They didn't want to play with me," he said quietly. He looked at me with his big brown eyes and I felt my chest clench, but I felt weirdly prepared for this moment. Like I'd been expecting it, ever since Noah marched up and knocked on our neighbor's door. Kids are mean little bitches. Even when they don't mean to be. So I calmly explained (over and over) that those kids were just so much older and were allowed to go different places and probably already had somewhere to go or maybe it was just time for them to go home and eat dinner. Eventually I just suggested he come back inside for a cookie.

(Jason would later ask, as we drove through the neighborhood on our way out for dinner, if a certain group of kids we passed were the kids in question. "Who should I run over?" he asked, only kind of jokingly. Look at me! Being the reasonable, appropriate one! I hereby win at both scraped-up knees and hurt feelings.)

I was less prepared for the next day. 

The little neighbor boy (let's call him Sammy) (who is six) came over after school and knocked on our door. Noah was delighted, and I was too, more than a little bit. Sammy's mother asked if I could keep an eye on him while she picked up her husband from work, so Ezra and I headed outside to play in the general (but non-helicoptering) vicinity. 

The boys were playing so nicely I let Ezra wander a bit, up and down a path that runs behind our house. We bumped into another young family whom I have been stalking for a good year now in pleasant (but so far mostly one-sided) attempts at friendship. We chatted and chased our toddlers around and I finally got a stab of GUILT GUILT GUILT SOMEONE ELSE'S CHILD HAS NOT BEEN IN MY LINE OF SIGHT FOR 10 MINUTES NOW AND THIS IS HOW YOU END UP ON THE NEWS, ASSHOLE.

We headed back and I saw Noah standing by our front door. Sammy was sitting in front of a stone wall on our corner, peering around before hiding completely. Hide and seek! I thought. I wonder if Noah is playing the right way or the Noah Way. 

"What's up, Bud?" I asked him. "Whatcha playing?"

He opened his mouth and a telltale string of utterly indecipherable nonsense fell out. She there no inside play scooter friend tomorrow, or something similar.  A sure sign that he was upset or confused or overwhelmed. 

I sighed, guessing that Sammy's inevitable rejection of his younger, kind of oddball playmate had come, and pulled on my Armor of Being Reasonable and Suppressing the Urge to Give Another Child What-For. 

But when I approached Sammy I realized that he was crying.

And not just crying. CRYING. Tears, bloodshot eyes, snot. He'd been crying for awhile. 

I panicked briefly before remembering that I could, you know, TALK to this kid and possibly get real answers. 

"Noah hurt my feelings," he said. "Noah said he didn't want to play with me. And that he wasn't my friend anymore." 

I opened my mouth and tried to reel in my own string of indecipherable nonsense in the wake of my shock. Here I'd been crouched and ready for Noah's hurt feelings, but was COMPLETELY unprepared to hear that it was my child who had just casually broken the heart of another. 

I called Noah over and tried to get him to look at Sammy and tell me how he thought he was feeling, and if he had said anything that would make him feel that way and Noah seemed entirely baffled but dutifully apologized, with words and sign language. 

"Okay!" Sammy said brightly. He wiped his face and jumped up and they took off down the block on their scooters as if nothing had happened.

Oh. Right. Kids. Resilient little buggers. 

A few minutes later, after eavesdropping a bit, I figured out what had most likely happened: Noah wanted to play inside. WITH Sammy. While he'd managed to correctly convey this invitation once before, he was having trouble today and was resorting to more canned phrases and responses than usual. He didn't want to play outside on scooters anymore but jumbled the message, swapping "you" for "outside." When Sammy got upset, Noah pulled out a response that matched Sammy's mood: "You're not my friend anymore." (He often says this when he's upset, regardless of the context. He's even said it to his toothbrush a couple times.)

Noah tried again, though, and did better the second time. The boys were still playing inside when Sammy's mother came to get him. I figured I better explain what happened in case it later got worse in the retelling. Injuries or Major Tears seemed worthy of a full report.

"Why did Noah say that?" she asked. I caved and gave her the nutshell description of...you know, ALL OF IT. 

"I really don't think he meant it," I said. "He's so happy to have Sammy as a friend. He just has trouble sometimes getting the right words out."

And...well. Guess who else went to speech therapy. And early intervention. And gets occupational therapy for fine motor skills at school. 

I wanted to hug her, but we just smiled at each other while Noah and Sammy hugged their goodbyes instead. 

"I'll play with you next year, okay?" Noah said.

Sammy looked at me and smiled. "I think he means tomorrow. So I'll come back then."



pass the kleenex.

this was just. oh such a sweet story. i love reading of noah and his growing confidence and his neighbor friend.


Yea, Noah, for trying so hard! Yea, Sammy, for being so sweet! Yea, mama-Amy, for being so brave! Loved this post.


Aw, friendship is so hard. They are doing a great job at it and so are you. When my 7yo son has a playdate, there's about an even chance that somebody will end up in tears at some point. But they always get past it and are back to being buddies right away. Even the odd time when the playdate has ended on a sour note, and I'm thinking "well, there goes that friendship" the next day it's like nothing ever happened and they are soooo glad to see each other. It's just life, the age, whatever.


Well done, Amy! A great day, for sure!! I would totally trade your day for the mean- girl crap my 13 year old daughter is going through -- oh, the brutality!(doesn't help that she's a tall, skinny redhead, oh no, she just "sticks out" way too much). Children are not naturally compassionate -- they need to be taught compassion -- and so many parents are asleep at the wheel on this topic... you are doing some way major awesome parenting -- you rock!..I'm just saying...


Kids: resilent lil shits and can be mean lil bitches-- but the truly remarkable thing is they are more accepting as young school aged kids than most adults. As adults, we can definitely take a page from their book.

Miss Britt

I do not have PMS so there is no good reason that this post should make me cry.

And yet?



OMG, what a beautiful story! Sounds like you handled it perfectly. I'm tearing up over just thinking about that last line! Yay for you, Yay for Noah and Yay for Sammy!


Aaaand... here come the waterworks. Amazing how you can make a hundred women cry instantly with a small, yet vital story like that!

You feel like an old friend, and I miss you and your family when I haven't checked in for a few days. Thanks for that!


My eyes got very watery when I read that. I try to make it a point not to cry in real life, but that was pretty special. Thanks for sharing.


I am still childless (on purpose) and I am absolutely gushing at that.


That is wonderful. A win for you and for Noah and - I'm certain - Sammy, too.


And once again, I cry.


I love reading about all of Noah's victories. I hope this is the start of a long friendship. It's great to have a friend who lives nearby!


I know I say this all the time but I swear we're living parallel lives. As you may or may not recall, we're doing the same early intervention-speech therapy gig, as well—I think our boys are very close in age. And the friendship thing...Oy. All I can say is I get it.


If you ever do write that book you're always talking about writing, I think it's going to need to be on these two. What a sweet chapter this one is!

Nicky Laatz

Its things like that, that make me feel like we are all being looked after, no matter what our issues are, things always work out just fine :o) Love your blog, its the only one I visit - gives me a smile everyday :o)

Cheryl S.

Hooray!! No wonder that little boy was so understanding! I'm so glad Noah found a friend. And I posted at mamapop too, to make up for one of the clicks you lost. . .


My heart...she bursts! Go Noah! Go Sammy!


That is so freakin' awesome! I was trying to get a PROFOUND comment out about "how you never know about the struggles other folks are going through and how they could be similar to yours and BLAH, BLAH, BLAH" but damn, freakin' awesome just covers it completely! Yay Noah and yay Amy!

Ashley F

Oh yea - totally just teared up on that one. You handled it well too. How do you learn that? I'm so nervous that when it comes time for me to have to deal with kid/friend drama, i'm going to fail. However, my kiddo is only 6 months old so I think I have some time to learn :-)

Katie Kat



OMG way to make a mommy cry!!!! I barely made it through this post! Yay for Noah!!! I love reading your blog, I'm a new reader, btw :)


Sobbing! Mostly because this gives me hope that something similar will happen to my little guy one day.


When I got to "I was less prepared for the next day" my heart sank, thinking I was about to read how this new friend completely crushed Noah's heart. I'm glad that didn't happen! And I'm SO glad that both Sammy and his Mom understand what happened. What are the odds that this boy would also have had speech therapy and early intervention?! The end of this story made so happy :)


That is so great! Did you burst into tears when Sammy said that? If you did, at least his Mom understood.

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