Growing up and learning how to handle friendships is so hard. There is a little girl in our building who is in Maren's class at school. Maren immediately decided they were best friends. She came over to our house to play yesterday, but she was mad at Maren when she left yesterday. Nothing big, I think Maren accidentally spilled water on her. This morning Maren of course wanted to sit by her on the bus, but the other girl wouldn't. I'm not much of a crier, but I felt like crying as I watched Maren's sad face as the bus pulled away. I could tell she was trying hard not to cry.
I think that it was one of the hardest things about being a parent for me so far is having to watch my children get their feelings hurt and feeling alone and left out. I don't know if this is because I always felt out of it socially growing up or what. I know Maren can be a little overbearing when she decides someone is her best friend, but she's also new and a little scared. I know logically the other child doesn't mean to hurt her, but the mother in me kicks in and I have a hard time with the other child. I'm sure it will have blown over by the afternoon, but poor Maren, a new school is hard enough.
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Poor Maren. I can only imagine her sad little face. And I'm impressed you DIDN'T cry! It is a good thing you are a good parent and have the opportunity to talk to her about kindness and her value. I remember a number of talks like that with Mom and Dad in my youth.
Nobody can make you feel worse than your friends; and nobody can make you feel better than your parents!
Check out Chrysanthemum from the library asap! I wish I had skype and I'd read it to her today!
And yes, they will probably come bouncing off the bus together this afternoon, but still...
I agree with Candise (she always says it so eloquently, doesn't she?). Friendships are hard, growing up is hard, people can be so mean!! Give her a love from auntie Amber. Maybe she wants to skype Maya later....
I'm sorry! I know exactly what you mean and I don't know what the solution is either. I had my tough moment last year, when Braxton broke down in tears and said, "Mom...why is school so hard?!" Before I knew it, I was crying with him and hugging him so tight. I had to work my tail off to get good grades, and at that very moment all the feelings of "being dumb" came back to me in an instant. Hang in there!
I'm sure glad Scott invited me to start sitting with him on the bus when the Wilkes family first moved to Cedar Hills and we were starting 7th grade.
Oh wait, that meant I started ditching Chersten, who was starting the 8th grade. I had usually sat with her on the bus when we first started riding to PGJHS. Life is complicated.
That whole sister/friend decision got easier after awhile though.
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