Middle School Smile. Be friends with everyone. Try your best just to talk to someone new today. Don’t let it bother you when they walk away. Don’t let it bother you that they are all talking about that party. It’s ok, you didn’t have time to go even if you had been invited. Does my outfit look ok? I don’t know… it’s kind of dressy; what if everyone else is wearing jeans? Shake it off when people make little comments about it. Why mom? Why are they so mean? I just want to be friends with them. Why don’t they like me? She makes me feel like an alien. She talks to everyone else and treats me like I am not there. And then the other girls don’t talk to me. I am so lonely. Why did all these girls laugh at my dress today? I just want to go home. Please come get me. Please. All I can do, sweet girl, is point you to the One Who made you. Who calls you by name. Who loves you beyond anything you can imagine. Take heart. He has overcome the world. Isaiah 43: 1-2 Fear not, for I have redeemed ...
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It gets harder
I thought when my babies were little and I was so tired that parenting was the hardest it could possibly ever be. I remember doing days of endless laundry, breastfeeding, nap times, and nighttime wakings. My mood was determined by whether or not both of my girls napped. And then the debate. Do we let the baby cry or go get her? She needs to learn to sleep, but I don't want to ruin her and give her trust issues if I don't go. I felt guilty about co-sleeping, felt lost at how to navigate my own depression. But I also remember sweet times. We played make believe and tea parties and dolls. I read princess books and Fancy Nancy, Pinkalicious, and children's story bibles. The days were so long, trying to keep them entertained. I took lots of walks. Walks to feed the ducks, walks to look at early Christmas lights, Halloween decorations, flowers. Anything and everything was an adventure. I remember constant clinging and trying to calm a fussy toddler and a crying baby while making...
One good friend
Tonight I watched six girls that used to be friends with my daughter walk right past her and ignore her. I saw her stand there, frozen and uncomfortable. I told her to go say hi and she, embarrassed, said "no, mom." "Aren't you friends with them?" " I don't know. They don't really talk to me anymore. They just talk to each other" These are girls who have not had a fight with my daughter. I know many of their moms and have heard them tell me in the past how kind my daughter was to theirs and how grateful they are for her. She has never said a bad word about them, as far as she can remember. She has never done anything to them. But for some reason they refuse to acknowledge her. They don't invite her to do anything with them. They don't say hi. She is invisible to them. I asked her later what happened. It is not a long story. They just started sitting together at lunch and slowly they started not talking to anyone who wasn't in their ...