Isn't It Too Early For All This Drama?

What a day! Is it the weekend yet?

The day started out okay. My child didn't scream when I picked out an outfit for her to wear. She even ate her breakfast, it looked like the day was shaping up to be a good one.

We headed out the door, and about half way to school Hannah started to complain with a stomach ache. It subsided but the closer we got to school, the more she complained. In the parking lot, just as we were getting out of the car, Hannah got sick. She got sick all over her, all over me, all over the back seat of the car -- it was a lovely way to start the day...NOT!

I cleaned her up as best I could, thank goodness I keep lots of crazy things in my car - - like leftover napkins from our women's fellowship, some towels and blankets and even an extra jacket or two... crazy things, but they all came in handy this morning.

I wish I could say for certain this is just a stomach yuck bug - but I can't. You see, I think this has its origins deeper than just a virus.

My child was out of school last week due to a cold, and in her absence a new student was added to the class. Yesterday was her first introduction to him and apparently he spent the day playing with her special friend Josh. This bothered her a lot. The first thing she said yesterday when I picked her was that she "did not like" the new boy. Later at dinner she said it again and said that she didn't want to go to school anymore. She eventually let it slip that he and Josh were buddies and she was left out...so my mommy (and womanly) intuition tells me that the stomach ache was a symptom of her worry over being at school again today and being left out by her friend Josh. I think she just worked herself up into a full-blown sick episode as only we girls can do.

As a first-grader, I complained for weeks about a stomach ache every morning on the way to school. It took a bit of wrangling, but my mother finally figured out the truth, that some silly boy was bothering me and threatening to tell the teacher on me. So, to hear my daughter complain of a stomach ache on the way to school...it just floods the memories back to me in a very vivid way.

I must admit, I never thought we would be dealing with boy-girl relationship type problems at the ripe old age of four and a half, but here we are. I hope to goodness I have learned my lessons in that area well so I can pass on some decent advice to my sweet girl. The most I can think of tonight is "boys are stinky and not worth playing with, or crying over!" Not very mature,I know. All I can hope is that I get a bit wiser before the teen years hit!


Living Happily, even in this moment!
Beverly