Love!

The weekend just gone has sparked some controversey with my local friendships.

I have not said anything to anyone as I am sure everyone already knows what has happened, and they are entitled to form their own opinions.

All things aside, what has prompted me to write about this is another blog I follow 'Teacher Tom'. He is a male preschool teacher somewhere in America and has some fantastic 'kindy' ideas which I have previously implemented with my children. I read one of his recent blogs and it goes on about gender differences.

It talks about love in all of its forms, but the one that really hit a button was the 'love' boys have for each other even from such a young age (more mateship type love, where they don't give a toss about the little things and get over them or even better, don't make a fuss about them at all).

As a teenager I tended to hang around the boys more often, they were great company and there was never an issue which could not be resolved. After I finished school, I spent a lot of time hanging out with my brothers friends. When my Husband and I started dating, we hung out with 'the Boys'  (his mates), and eventually made friends with more family oriented people, thus hanging out with other couples. Since having kids of our own, and being a stay at home Mum, I have found a few good friends in our local town and really appreciate their company, and hope to be friends for many years to come.

But, after this one particular incident, it has made me wonder about my life before kids where I just hung out with the boys. Why can't everyone be as forgiving as the boys I used to know?

After chatting with my DH today, we are both happy to move on from this 'incident'. No matter what happens around town (or in life), the only friend I really need is my Husband!

I will leave you with this from Teacher Tom
(http://teachertomsblog.blogspot.com.au/2012/10/the-boy-im-supposed-to-be.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+TeacherTom+(Teacher+Tom)

Love is way bigger and way more complicated, and also way simpler, than most of us imagine. It's nurturing and roaring and soft and hard; it flexes and reposes; it whispers and it shouts. Love is that thing that fills us up with not just ourselves, but with everything and everyone around us. It's a sigh and it's an explosion.