It seems like yesterday when I was changing this little girls diaper. This little girl was my tomboy as a 4/5 yr old. She would carry worms around and scare me, bring me flattened dead road kill from the woods and yet still want to paint nails and do hair. I look back at pictures and videos of her growing up. That squeaky little voice fighting with Spencer or luring Hunter to do something.
The middle school years brought all of us to tears. I was amazed at how cruel other girls could be. I personally never heard the comments when was that age and older but I had my fair share of teasing through school. I hated school because of that. So here I have to watch my daughter get teased. I remember one time when a girl picked on my daughter because she had a little bit of darker hair above her lip in the corners. She would pick and pick on my daughter. I finally had enough of it because every day she would get off the bus and cry. I confronted the teacher and told her we need to find a solution to make this stop. I loved this teacher and so did my daughter. She assured my daughter that the hair was hardly noticeable and look I have it too! This little girl had no right to be that way towards me daughter when it was mentioned how she has beady little teeth you can't see because of her braces.
High school didn't get any easier. It only proved that these same girls only got meaner. The sad part is that these were supposedly friends. I was raised and my children were raised that you don't invite yourself to places. You must be asked. There are certain manners you must use and be proud of to push you forth in society. High school dances were always the time of year I dread. My daughter was to go with friends to homecoming and just days prior was informed that they now were going on a limo bus and there would not be room for her. I had to pick up the pieces and the two of us enjoyed a dinner together. It was so hard not to want to go chew these girls out for being rude and inconsiderate! Plans were made for another event right in front of my daughter and they didn't even include her. She was told that she needs to be a b....ch and invite yourself. Really?
College bound and we were hopeful that things would get better....little did we know it wouldn't. The boys were just the same with one thing on their mind. Her first year of rooming wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. She bunked with a really nice girl. The next year about the same. We learned some valuable lessons during those couple years. Don't light birthday candles in the lobby...it gets you in trouble lol. Moving out of the dorms sounded like a great idea...and probably was for a short while. I think the hostility one roommate showed was enough that I was close to getting a PPO out against that person. And the person who I thought was one of her good friends just sat by and let it happen. Really? ugh... So up we go again to move her out and into the dorms. Should of just stayed. Lesson learned :)
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