Spent the day in with Pie, as she came home mid morning from school not feeling well. All she wanted felt like doing was flopping out on the couch, snuggling in her fluffy blue blanket, and laying. So that's just what we did. A few phone calls and a cleared day, I wanted to be no other place but with my girl. We cuddled, watched a movie and talked.
During that time she began to cry and tell me how hard first grade is. The work load (although she is doing an amazing job learning) has caused much anxiety. And it's especially the morning independent work where the children are expected to sit at their desks and attempt to figure out a series of papers themselves. Pie struggles with this. She has become a perfectionist (perhaps a gift as well as a burden). She wants her work to be right.
Pie went on about recess .... that she really doesn't play with anyone. That most the kids she knows run around, chasing, and yelling. That just isn't her. She's quiet and reserved (unless she's in her own element of course .... and the playground simply isn't it). She isn't asked to join and she doesn't initiate it. So she watches from the sidelines .... It's heartbreaking for a mother, for me. I feel for her. I understand. I cry for her.
Her not feeling well finally became clear ... no she didn't feel well, emotionally. She needed the reassurance of mom, of home.
We want her to know that it's okay to make mistakes. No one will be angry with her. Mistakes are a part of learning. While it's important to do your best, your best can come with mistakes.
Life is a learning process, we never stop learning and we all make mistakes. It's what we take away from those mistakes that help us grow.
I pray for her .... her sensitive, innocent heart ....
Tonight Bub had his first basketball practice. It was during the teams last run that he injured his foot. A snap in his Achilles. The same thing he did at the beginning of football season (other foot), which benched him for six weeks. I watched it happen, I knew what happened. I saw the look on his face. He held it together but quietly asked me if we could go. As soon as we got in the car, the tears flowed .... partly due to pain, mainly to do with what it could mean for him.
My heart broke for him .... Then Bub looked at me and said, "It's going to be ok. God has a plan and it might be stinky right now but it will be good in the end." Ok .... My heart smiled at his outlook.
After soaks, icing, rubs and stretching, it didn't seem to be as bad as last time. But we'll have to see what tomorrow brings.
I pray for him ....
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