Day 26 of the Slice of Life challenge.
Daughter-the-eldest had a field trip today.
Two buses going to the same place.
3 hours one way.
All her friends on the other bus.
They are all together.
She is alone.
She is 12. Middle School. Hard years.
Figuring out who she is. Trying to find her place, her tribe.
I picked her up just now.
I saw her birthday twin & best friend since the age of 3
Walking with someone else.
They shared a seat today on the other bus
While my kid sat alone in a seat all by herself.
How was the trip? I asked when she got in the car.
Boring. she said.
I sat by myself.
I tried to text them on the bus
None of them texted back.
She doesn't tear up
But I do.
I try not to let her see.
She tells me that yesterday morning
When she got to school
She walked to their table
And said hello
The other girls didn't say hello back.
It has begun, I see.
The inevitable shift that happens in middle school.
I lived it myself
I taught through it for years
But this is my kid
And she is hurting
And I want to fix it
But I can't.
She is not a dainty darling
She is larger-than-life
Brimming with brilliance
And funny as all get-out
Traits that are not always prized in middle school
By friends or teachers either, if I am truthful.
I know this from experience
I was that kid, too.
It took me a long time
to truly appreciate my gifts
instead of letting comparison steal my joy
I had hoped (foolishly, I know) she would not
Have to live it herself
But we all do