So, confession. I go to Macdonald (or Uncle Donald's as Alice says it), ALOT. With us being away from so many cousins, friends and fruzzins, we have to work on our social skills somewhere.
That brings me to a couple days ago. Alice came running to me saying a girl had called her a poo face. I told her to just be nice to her and if she was still mean to come and tell me. It took ALL I had not to go punch that girl in her teeth when Alice came to me crying and I watched as the girls jeered from the top of the slide. Instead I told Alice to ignore her because obviously she was improperly raised (said loud enough for her dad to hear). But they kept on keeping on. I wanted to go home, but Alice was determined to make them like her. I told her to just smile at them and say, "let's be friends" the next time they were mean. I heard her say it, and I heard the kids call her a poo face again. We went home that day somber. Alice was quiet and I was holding back tears and my fists of fury.
Fast forward to today. At Macdonald's Alice walked right up to the first kid she saw, smiled a huge smile and said, "let's be friends". They played for an hour and decided to meet each other again at the Uncle Donalds. This time we left happy and I couldn't hold back the tears.
I guess we are all learning new social skills since we left Utah. It was so easy there as we knew all our friends since childhood or they are family, and they just have to like you. I am extremely and awkwardly shy, so stepping out of that comfort zone is painful. I start with being overly bubbly, then I move to sarcastic, and I finally just give up and hope they like the boring me.
It'll work. The boring me is awesome.
7 comments:
awww! thanks for the story! it made me so happy that alice made a friend from it all, and most important, learned a great lesson from you! you are such a great mom!
It's easy for parents to insert themselves and try to solve their kid's problems. You were so right to encourage her to keep trying. I applaud you for that. Plus, you've got balls for directing your frustration at the father. With his help, his rotten kid's going to grow up to be a turd.
Damn, I miss you. I miss you so much. This story makes me miss you more. You are awesome.
That has been one of the hardest things about being a Mom. I still remember the day the blonde girls pushed Lizy out of a toy room cuz she had "ugly brown hair and wasn't part of the club". I wanted to smack all the Mothers watching it happen and the little girls. They were four and all on the same dance team!!! The worst was when she got in the car and started crying saying she wanted hair like mine and Kylee's because she was ugly. I colored my hair brown the next day!! It's no wonder girls have self-esteem issues and complexes!?!
You did awesome and Alice is lucky to have such a smart Mom!!! Every one will love you and your hilarious, sarcstic, awkward self. How could they not? hahaha Love you and miss you!!
Agreed!
OH! Love you all! Thanks for the self-esteem!
Brandy, I remember when you died your hair brown! You are SUCH a sweet mom!!
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