“May I Have Permission to Pursue Your Son?”

It struck me odd today when I felt like I was courting.  I had actually googled this lady’s address, found her house, and went up and knocked on her door like a suitor.  My purpose was to introduce myself and to reconnect with a lady I had met more than a year ago in person, but I don’t think she remembers me.

My son had been asking to have a play date with a boy from his class at school. 

“Son, I don’t know his mom,” I replied.

“But Mom, you can meet her!”  He gave me a small lined scrap of paper, on which the friend had written his last name in marker.  The two boys were trying to scheme to get their moms connected so they could play together.

In the past, “old-fashioned” dating and marriage were taken very seriously, involving a daughter’s father and family.  If a young man wanted to pursue a relationship with a young woman, he had to first form a bond and a trust with her father. 

Today, if an [American] mom wants to have a friend for her son, she has first to pursue the boy’s mom and win her trust!  Then she will schedule their first play date, once permission has been granted to pursue the other Mama's son.

In finding friends for my sons, it has often felt like dating!  And indeed they are even called “Play dates”.  It is certainly an American cultural trend that has filtered down even to the elementary school age level.  I don’t think Filipino kids schedule play dates.  They just go outside and play together.

I’m still adjusting to the fact that in American culture, it takes months and years to form good friendships.  You have to schedule play time sometimes weeks in advance [this reflects another cultural value of scheduling and busyness], and you have to take it all more seriously than even dating people do in our culture.  Strange, a man today can even marry a woman without her father’s permission!

I myself have had rich relationships in life, ever since birth.  Now that I am a mom, I am keenly aware that those were all gifts from God and blessings to pray for in my own kids’ lives. 

To begin pursuing a friend for my son, I then found myself becoming a stocker.  Yes, I had to find out: “Is she on Facebook??”  It is so silly!  I mean, really, can we not meet in our real lives?  I felt so silly, and I still do.  But how else was I supposed to find a friend for my son to play with!?

My heart is still grieving over the community I left back in the Philippines.  We did not have a car, since we could walk and bike everywhere.  We lived so close to our work, friends and church, that when we walked down the street we actually stopped to chat with people we knew.  Sometimes I bumped into my best friends more than 5-10 times in a week!  Now I barely see anyone I even know, let alone to connect deeply with.

No community is perfect, but definitely there are more barriers to relationship in the Western cultures.  I back out my driveway with doors locked and windows up, driving in isolation.  I raise my garage door to return home and enter the house in seclusion, closing the door immediately behind me.  My fences and windows keep sound and activity secluded to the home.  [Don’t get me wrong, the kids are always with me!]

Contrast my former life, where I walked past friends and coworkers to a public jeepney, I squeezed in tight with the person next to me, maybe they even held one of my kids on their lap [stranger or not].  I listened to the shared [albeit loud and jaaring] radio on public transportation, and I woke up to the sound of roosters and dogs barking out the open windows [I don’t miss this].  My Filipina friend even saved her life because the woven walls were so thin that when she called out for help to the person walking down the street, someone came in to rescue her.  I remember landing in Seattle, and upon arriving at my American friend’s house I thought I would almost go deaf from the stark silence.  Not a sound.

There are pros and cons to both places.  I’m grieving the former positives [and I do not miss the community of the ants one bit!], and I’m laboring to learn the new culture.  It takes time to find and build community, and to cultivate deep friendships.  Thankfully, we have had a regular rhythm being involved in a sweet gospel community at our church, and I am getting to know my neighbors slowly but surely.  But...I still miss our dear friends, and I long to go deeper with new ones.

I learned this little song as a child:

“Make new friends, but keep the old
One is silver and the other gold.”

So, dear Mama, may I have permission to pursue your son?  How can I find my way into your life?  Will you let me knock?  Will you let my son play with your son?  Can we be friends?