BEST FRIENDS MAKE YOU CRY

I anxiously pulled into the school parking lot a little earlier than usual.  According to Britley we had made the “perfect” birthday party invitations just the night before.

She had given me strict instructions to be at school early so she could hand out her pool party themed invitations to friends she had meticulously selected.

She climbed into the car as usual with a big smile stretched across her face. She was happy to see her mom but even happier when she saw the neatly stacked pile of colorful invitations.

She grabbed the stack and off she disappeared into the maze of children. 

Before I knew it she was back in the car and the two of us sat waiting for Breeley(sister) to finish after school flute lessons.

As we chatted, Britley mentioned that her best friend Maizy had left school early.  She stated that Maizy couldn’t tell her why she was leaving early.  It was a “secret” but promised that she would tell as soon as she got clearance from her parents.

It hadn’t been 30 seconds from the time Britley told me all about it that my phone rang.  Recognizing the name that appeared I quickly handed the phone to Britley.

After only a couple minutes of listening to her best friend on the other end of the line,  this almost 10 year old of mine turned into a completely different kid than the one who had climbed into my car only minutes before.

Her countenance that had once sparkled with delight had shifted to slumping shoulders and tear filled eyes. She began to cry uncontrollably as she pulled the phone from her ear and stretched it out in my direction.

I gently took the phone and pressed it up to my ear. All I could hear were the sobs of her best friend.  I sympathetically said, “Maizey, Britley will call you back shortly.”

I held my breath as I asked, “Would you like to talk about it?”

The only response I got was, “Oh MOM!” as she rested her head on my shoulder.

The phone rang again.

 It was Maizey.

Britley couldn’t bring herself to pick up the phone so she just let it ring.

The voicemail just left the sobs of her best friend on the other end of the phone with a faint “Ummm, when you get a chance, please call me back, bye.”

I sat in the front seat hiding the tears that were streaming down my face as I heard my heart broken little girl explain that her best friend’s last day of school had been today.  She would be moving to a different school.