A girl I had never seen before came bouncing up to join the group. She slid into line and waved her mom away, confident enough to take on a new year - in a new school - alone.
I've never forgotten the impression I first had of her.
Yesterday I called this girl from my fancy Google phone. We talked for nearly two hours - the longest phone conversation I've had since I was dating Slice long distance. (And before that, probably middle school.)
We used to talk about friends and school and boys that never noticed us; book reports, debate speeches, e-mails, Mock Trial. We made ridiculous commercials and went to Classic Skating and Star Wars I and Hale Center Theater together. Then I moved away.
(This picture proves that she was the prettier, less awkward friend. My hair?)
Now we are wondering how to raise our own daughters to be strong, confident, compassionate women.
It really got me thinking.
Thinking about the women in my life who have helped me, changed me, taught me, in so many different ways.
Thinking about what I want my daughter to learn, from me and other people that she trusts.
Thinking about the kind of friends I hope she finds, friends she can talk to and look up to and stick with in an increasingly harsh world.
Thinking about her life as a woman, the trials and heartbreaks that will certainly come her way; the woman that I hope she becomes because of them.
The woman that I want to be for her - and anyone else who may be watching.
And I'm just thinking about how lucky I am, to have the mother and sisters and grandmothers, aunts, church leaders, neighbors, friends that I have always had. The men that make our sisterhood possible.
We really all need each other, you know?
So ... thanks. To all of you. For being a part of my life.