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Someone To Call "Friend"

When Bashful was younger, he learned how to play chess. When he learned well enough to play the game with others, his competitive spirit was born. The kid liked to win and if he didn't, watch out. His younger brother, Grumpy, has also shown a competitive streak recently during his swimming lessons. As Doc took our sons into the locker room to change back into their clothes, Grumpy pointed to another boy and said with relish, "Do you see that kid over there? I beat him in a race!" Doc told him not to point, lower his voice, and finish getting dressed. As they were walking out the door, Grumpy couldn't take his eyes off the other boy as if reliving the ultimate victory in his mind.

During Bashful's soccer season, I would often watch Grumpy on the sidelines. When we first arrive on the field, Bashful takes his position and Grumpy looks for friends to play with. I watch him as he stands there watching other siblings playing in the grass with a look of yearning on his face. He eventually edges closer and closer to the group until he bombards them with his presence. It is the same at the lake or pool. It is the same at the park. He is always looking for a friend. When Bashful and Grumpy are together, I watch as Bashful will whisper in Grumpy's ear. Grumpy will then take off in the direction of a boy and ask him if he wants to play with them. Thus begins a round of sword playing.

When Bashful was attending a Christian school in our area, he had a learning experience with some peer pressure. There was a new boy in his class who constantly pressured Bashful into being mean to the girls. Bashful refused and thus became a hero in the eyes of the girls. They would say, "We like Bashful the best."

The Christmas season is upon us and I am reminded of Sleepy's special friend. He calls him "my friend Ho-Ho". He came home last Saturday after spending time with Doc with a picture of him sitting on Santa Claus's lap. I said, "Let me see!", but he went straight to the basement to show his brothers. Doc said, "He wants to go rub it in first."

Happy is the one who calls his brothers his friends. He would pat them on the head and say, "He my friend." They are brothers and they are friends.

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