"I wish for a friend."
BOOM. Heart breaks, shatters, and combusted. All at the same time. And not in a warm & fuzzy sort of way.
She gets along with everyone in class, according to the teacher. And always has great things to say about school and the kids (mostly) - but hasn't found a connection there. I can't say that I don't understand. I get it. I wanted to scream, "ME TOO, GIRL!" But I only accidentally fail at motherhood, I try not to try to fail. So I stay quiet and smile, and reassure her that it takes time to make good friends. It's taken Mommy her whole life, and I still struggle with it.
"Mama, what's struggle."
Inner monologue, "Life, kid. LIFE."
Reality, "When things are hard. When they aren't easy. When you have to try harder to do something."
|Happy to be with friends. |
At their birthday party.