The conversation has waxed and waned all evening. It's been over 2 weeks since Lib has seen any of her friends. Hopefully she can return to school part-time this week. Life has been devastating for my girl since September 13, 2013.
There is no school tomorrow as its a planned teacher work day. It's also nearly a blizzard here, so school might have been iffy anyway. But the mothers braved the elements and brought their daughters here so that they could be together again.
Sometimes as a parent we have to sit very still. We can read and drink a cup of coffee and turn into furniture. That's when we find out what's going on with the kids.
The questions come in waves, punctuated by serious tones and negotiations. The laughter is normal, the questions are not. They haved moved into everyone asking and answering questions. Feelings. Anxiety. Fears. Deep sharing. It's not the easy conversation of the past or even of earlier tonight.
I move away from listening. Some questions and answers are too hard to hear. But I know that the nine years of friendship and the easy conversations are the groundwork for them to share. To help Libby. To help each other. To turn this into something that will last a lifetime.
I hope that this helps Libby to heal.
