We went to a birthday party to photograph and celebrate our friend's daughters' birthday. It was a joint celebration for both their girls, and we had so much fun. It was our first birthday party with Joss being actually of an age to comprehend what is going on. And the experience really got this mama's heart feeling for the future.
I saw her mostly playing by herself. She would stand on the sidelines, watching the other kids play, then contently make her way to the older teenagers and spent most of her time with them (teenagers she still wasn't familiar with, but felt most comfortable with).
This is probably typical behavior for a 19 month old, so I am not too worried, but it got me thinking about my own past, and the a little fear swept over me: "What if the kids wont like her?" "What if she wont have any friends?" "What if she will know lonely far too intimately?"
Naturally I want to scoop her up and rescue her. Reaffirm her. And protect her. Naturally I want her to easily navigate her way through a group of kids and feel confident. Naturally I want her to be loved.
I know that wont necessarily be the case. I know that popularity and the need for friends isn't what drives our hearts. But I pray that she'll never know lonesome too well.