“So how are things going with you all lately?” I heard one mom ask another.
And the other laughed, “Are you sure that’s a question you really want answered?”
We need the friends who ask how we are and wait for the messy, convoluted truth. We need the friends who ask the questions that get more than one-syllable answers. But we also need the friends who will tell us something other than the cold, unvarnished truth.
“I’m a horrible artist,” the four-year-old bemoans. “I’ll never be able to draw anything!”
And her big sister reassures her, “You’re a good artist, Mary. I’ll help you draw a picture!”
Yes, we need the friends who will look into our eyes and speak what can be true, rather than the disparity that is present.