School Time Again

It is that time of year again where we are all about to send our children back to school. A much needed break from the chaos of summer, but you cant help but feel the tug on the heart strings as you are preparing.

I recently read a post of a friend who because of her husbands career, moved out of state with Teenage children. Just today they started school and she watched them get on the bus and has been nothing but tears knowing they have to endure a new school, a new atmosphere, and no friends right there to help them through it. I cried reading the post. This is very similar to feelings of sending your children to Pre-K, Kindergarten...even first grade.

I have found myself in tears many times this past week sending our oldest back to school. At this age they do not really have everyday friends. Not to mention every other week she is with her father...out of town. It never fails friends want her to come over on those weekends. Then you make plans to attend a birthday party, then family memebers come to visit and you completely forget that she had a birthday party (totally guilty and feeling horrible that she missed it because she adores this little girl) Or parents send invites home via school...and they never make it home, or you find them in their bedroom weeks later!

wehre am I going with this? Well to be honest, I'm nto quite sure. I just know in the pit of my stomach I worry my sweet little girl will be friendless...because of me forgetting, because she really doesnt get the chance to go places, because we are so busy in our own lives inviting friends over really doesn't happen. She is outgoing, and sometimes too loud, she likes to talk and she tends to butt into conversations. Though we try to teach her the polite ways of handling things, I'm not sure how much actually works. You want soo much to protect them from the mean kids, and push them toward the good ones, but it's not up to us. You dont want them to feel left out, or be picked on...but how do you stop it if it happens? She is also the youngest in our clogging group as much as I hope she makes friends there I worry that thye will end up looking at her as the annoying little one. I don't know my reasons for worrying, maybe it is my own insecurities following me. I can control my feelings, I cant control hers and I dread the day she comes home crying because so and so was mean to her.

Not an all out blog today I know, and I have been severely slacking. This is becoming my outlet. I could post about the magical vaginas we all have...but I'm quite sure that topic has been "legitamately" over done. I dont know about all of you but if my vagina was equipt with an anti rape super power it would sure beat the hell out of killing the sperm...i rather prefer my loins would light his on fire ;o)