“Things were different when you were young” says my daughter when I try to share my “wordly wisdom” with her. I watch, from a distance, as she turns into a young woman. I watch her friendships come and go, or change. I feel her heartbreak when her “BFF” decides that she has moved onto someone new. I remember how the power struggle works between girls, deciding which girl they will “follow” or which group they aspire to “join”. I try to provide her with advice that has been formed over many years and through learning from many mistakes. I try to shield her from the hurt my mistakes caused me. I try to save her feeling regret at the harsh words that come from our mouths when we lash out at someone who we feel has hurt us. I try to teach her that people don’t always say how they really feel and that often her friends are hurting just as much as she is, but are too scared to show it. I try to tell her to be the better person when her friends are saying bad things to her or about her. However, like many generations before, my daughter tells me that I “just wouldn’t understand”.
I love when my friends are honest. They tell it like it is. No one wants to hear a glazed over, polished version of their friend’s life. A true friend should be there through the ups and downs. I’d love to hear how others feel about being open and honest with their friends. It definitely has its risks, but it also can have its rewards.