Walking through the mall together with my fifth grader, she goes on to tell me that she saw the counselor at her school the day before. The counselor gave her something to give me.
She said she had set the appointment up for the week before, but she was sick on that day. Without trying to be too nosy, I asked what she talked about. She didn’t go into too many details.
I know she’s going through a tough transition period right now. She’s moving to a new house next month with her mom. More than likely, she will be switching schools. She informed me today, that she feels as if she only has a couple of “real” friends. One of them is possibly moving away also.
She has such a hard time being a younger sister, that sometimes I think she forgets that she’s a big sister too. We all have strengths, we all have weaknesses. One of her biggest weaknesses is the same as her older sister’s (getting along with the other sibling).
I wish I could explain, in terms she would understand it, that life is what you make of it. You cannot control everything around you, but you can make the best of certain situations, even if you can’t control each individual situation.
I am PROUD of my children. In almost every aspect of their lives, they have taught me something new about them I didn’t know existed. They are kind. They are loving. They venture to places I never knew existed when I was their age, and in some cases, even at the age I am now.
Behind their beautiful smiles, are even more beautiful spirits. So when my daughter told me tonight she went to the counselor yesterday, I was confused. They usually come to me to talk. I definitely don’t have all the answers to everything, but it’s nice to know they see me as an option usually.
She told me the counselor said she is too little to be worrying about such big things. From what I took from it, one of the “big things” is ME. She told me her counselor gave her a rock. It’s called a worry rock, and she’s supposed to carry it with her and put all her worries in it. When asked if there was anyone else that could benefit from such a thing, she told her “My dad could.” So she got me a worry rock, too.
Needless to say, we went back to her house to pick it up tonight. You know why? Because she’s right. I really could use it.
This past Saturday, she asked for some alone time, just her and I. As we looked at books together at the book store she did something I will never forget. She stopped walking next to me, got in front of me, and wrapped her tiny arms around my waist. As she nestled her face against my chest she looked up and told me she loved me. She told me that although I don’t have to, that I spoil her and her sisters. She said something like “You don’t hardly have anything, but you give us everything.” She had tears in her eyes when she said it, the hug was real, and the tears in my eyes I fought back were very real also.