Arguments

Arguments, they always seem petty; whether it’s two friends or a parent and child. Ironically, no matter how old you become you’re still a child to a parent. (Just some words of wisdom to remember when you are 30 and arguing with your parents) In arriving back home one evening I was approached by my middle child with the evening report. “Ma,” he says. “Brooklynn (the youngest of the three) has gotten into an argument with her new friend and won’t apologize. So I took her bike inside.” Ignoring the part where he decided to punish his sister, I went in to find out the sorted details. Brooklynn, nonchalantly watched Hanna Montana as if nothing happened. I sat next to her and asked, “What happened, I thought you liked your new friend?” Hesitantly, she explained, she was trying to do a nice thing but her friend went home upset and would not talk to her. After a few moments of coaxing she decided to mend things with her new best friend. She returned happy, the friendship was saved. How many things have we let slip away because of pride? How many people? How many opportunities?