Boy oh boy, I must have took about fourteen rights because I almost forgot about this all important blob of space. Maybe I have been pre-occupied with thoughts or eating NON-STOP. No, I didn't just have a bowl of cereal at 8:24pm! Look, I am giving my Elliptical Machine a break tonight, she looked tired.
So today, little lovebug of mine found out that girls (more so than any other species) can be cruel. And just for no good reason. It's tough to explain to a nine-year old that I know it hurts but pay them no attention, that she's better than that, and that it will all be forgotten by tomorrow. When really I wanted to say, it will only get worse in Middle School and High School, girls can be downright mean (and I was one of them, long ago) and those two are stupid girls anyway and I never liked them! It is nothing to be concerned about, it's rather silly, but at that age it's only just beginning and the first jab is like a dagger to the heart - OUCH!
Afterwards, she felt better. Acknowledged the unreasonable behavior and was preparing Q&A's for tomorrow, should the same subject arise. "Hey Mom, thanks for talking to me, I feel better!"
How come I don't... I don't want her to grow up!
When I do good I feel good. When I do bad I feel bad. This is my religion.
5 comments:
When a five year old says something only a five year old could possibly say, then you don't want them to grow up. But then you'd miss out on what they'd have to say as a nine year old...!! Parents never have it easy!
At least that's two less Christmas cards for Miss L to write :-)
Full circle: from image to word... scary how connected we all are.
that sucks. boys can be just as mean, although i wasn't one of those guys. i tend to respect people, unless they disrespect me. growing up with a niece with down syndrome, i saw cruelty of the worst kind, and vowed never to be that way, and protect those who are treated in a bad way.
I have a 9-year-old too and for so long she has been on top of the world...invincible. I know that one day that dagger will come and I dread it. I remember what it was like. I was one of the fragile flowers and still vividly feel that pain. Sigh. Sounds like you were the perfect mother/sounding board for your daughter. It's really all we can be.
Good for people to know.
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