It’s not pleasant as a parent to hear that your child hasn’t had the best day.
Worse still, when they say “I wanted to play with them and they wouldn’t let me.”
It still stings to write and think about, and this is a story in hindsight.
But it happened, and it happens, and unfortunately it’s one of those things that will continue to happen, for almost all kids at one time or another in their schooling life.
Baby girl told me the above yesterday, and it ate me up WHOLE. I feel so intrinsically connected to her that I myself was slighted by the fact that some girls hadn’t let her play with them, and she’d had to succumb to playing on her own.
Hubbie told me what he always tells me: “it’s how kids are. They can be shitty.”
Yeah, I get it. It doesn’t mean that it hurts any less.
Seriously, it is so much harder for the parents. Kids are fairly resilient. Although baby girl pointedly told me what happened, it didn’t seem to affect her mood or disposition, and I had to remember that out of all the days of the year she had been at school so far, she had said something like the above, only a handful of times.
So, where is my gratitude? Well today she told me she played hide and seek, tag, and red light green light with half her class. I was grateful to hear she had a good day, grateful that she had friends to play with, and grateful that, most of the time, she is a lot tougher than me. ♥