My son had a friend back in grade school that he always referred to as, “My friend, Mary.” (That is not her real name, but Mary is a very good name for a friend, don’t you think?)

She was nice to my son in a Sunday School class that had some real stinkers – you know the kind of kids I mean.  Kids who tease; kids who aren’t very nice.  I imagine this is the reason he felt the need to identify her by the title “My friend.” She was nice. She behaved like, and was truly, his friend.

There is a big difference between friends and acquaintances.  I know my son recognizes the difference. I recognize the difference.

I hope someday my daughter learns to recognize that difference, too.

 

 

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