While I worry about my daughter’s concept of friendship, I am not always confident in my own. I may not be as naive as my daughter, as unsuspecting, but I am certainly just as socially awkward.
I work very hard to be the sort of friend, to my own friends, that I would like her to have as a friend. I had to read that sentence twice myself – I know it is convoluted.
In doing that, in going out of my way to be a good friend, a steady friend, a giving friend, I make sure to set boundaries. I have a certain point beyond which I will not allow someone (these would be acquaintances, not close friends) to take advantage of my kindness. My close friends, a small but very faithful group, I trust absolutely.
There is no higher compliment I can pay to a friend than this: I trust you.