Anne tipped the vase of apple blossoms near enough to bestow a soft kiss on a pink-cupped bud, and then studied diligently for some moments longer.
“Marilla,” she demanded presently, “do you think that I shall ever have a bosom friend in Avonlea?’
“A–what kind of friend?”
“A bosom friend–an intimate friend, you know–a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul. I’ve dreamed of meeting her all my life. I never really supposed I would, but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true all at once that perhaps this one will too. Do you think it’s possible?’
“Diana Barry lives at Orchard Slope and she’s about your age.”
— Anne of Green Gables
When we first moved out here to the wilderness that is Leiper’s Fork we were coming from the big streets of Chicago. The picture that greeted us on that fall day was straight out of a book Riley and I had just finished reading together, “Anne of Green Gables.” We both marveled at the canopy of trees which greeted us as we drove up the road to our new house. Riley asked me at the time the same thing at Anne asked Marilla…if I thought she would have a bosom friend here in the country. I remarked that I hoped she might.
It’s strange but she actually has been lucky enough to find a couple of bosom friends since we’ve been here but they both live at least 30 minutes away. One friend in particular really is a girl cut from the same cloth as Riley. This summer Riley and Dory have been spending a great deal of time together, taking 2 or 3 night sleepovers at each other’s houses….stuff childhood memories are built on and measured against…it makes my heart expand each time I see them together.
I’m reminded though of when I was a kid, spending 2 or 3 nights at my favorite cousin’s house during the summer or vice versa. I remember how perplexed I was when my mother would insist I come home finally or that Susan go home to her house. I couldn’t figure it out. I knew she loved our friendship.
Now, I think I finally know what that was all about. I know that while the days seem endless to a child of 10 or 11 they fly quickly to a 40 year old. I don’t begrudge my sweet daughter her bosom friend and I love that she has her friend. I know now that my mother did not begrudge my bosom friends either…it’s just that our time with our children is so very limited. I see now, how conflicted my mother must have been, fighting for time with me when I only had eyes for my friends and my dreams.
How wise time makes us when we are willing to think back and look forward too.