by Veronica Foale on November 15, 2011

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My daughter says

:No one would play with me today:

and my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces and I’ve run out of the good glue, so I’m left sitting on the floor, trying to put myself back together.

The hardest part about school is not living it yourself.

No, it’s parenting your own child (blood of your blood, body of your soul) through it and knowing that it gets better and worse, better and worse, like a fucked up see saw.

Later, during a conversation, I hear that two girls a grade older, with pretty names, played with her at recess and I am grateful to them. So grateful to these two girls who I have never met, that they played with my girl and made her feel included.

Quirky children are not easy, but I know in myself that we wouldn’t be able to home school.

Steph November 15, 2011 at 8:37 pm

I worry more about my son having friends and trying to fit in than anything else. It’s hard when you’re different, and harder for the parent who has experienced it and knows what it will be like for the next 13 years. Good post 🙂

permanently amanda November 15, 2011 at 10:24 pm

If it’s any consolation, it’s the same for all kids. I ask Miss 5 who she played with at (school) playgroup and often it is nobody. I ask if she spoke to anyone and she tells me yes, but they didn’t reply. In filling out the transition forms I could only write “She can be over-enthusiastic in making friends and gets upset when it’s not reciprocated” for “What upsets your child”. And then they ask “You can help by” – how? Make kids be her friend? It’s so hard this parenting gig.

So thankful for those older girls. Perhaps they have been there and know what it’s like. Hoping there are always girls like them around xx

sophia grace November 16, 2011 at 2:34 am

I was JUST talking about this with someone. Elementary school can be so challenging, socially. And even more so for socially awkward kids.
As they grow up, as long as they have a solid support system, they make it through in one piece. 🙂

Marylin November 16, 2011 at 8:51 pm

Oh wee babe, it’s so hard to see them struggling in that way. *hugs* to Amy, and yay for the two older girls who included her.
I often found, once I got to high school, that it was the older kids who took me under their wings. x

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