Stocking Stuffers and Mean Girls
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
We have never actually stuffed our stockings. We have had them for years. They always make it out of the box and hang over the fireplace, but that is as far as we get. Not this year! This year we are going to stuff our stockings and it is going to be awesome. Well, maybe not awesome, but it will be fun.
Logan and I picked Tom up from the MAX station after work and headed to the mall to buy some stocking stuffers last night. Oh, and also some new pajamas for Logan to open Christmas Eve Eve, which will be our Christmas Eve… but that is a story for another post.
I took the first shift with Logan at the play area while Tom went and looked for stuff for my stocking. Logan usually has a blast playing at the mall.
(Picture taken by Grandma and Papa in September. Logan is on the top of the mountain.)
He usually finds some older girl (he always goes for the older girls) to be friends with and they run around and “slide down mountains” and “get stuck in the mud”. (Logan tells me all about it afterward.) This time started the same, but did not end well.
Logan found a couple of older girls who wanted him to chase them around. Off they went, laughing and having a good time. Next thing I know, Logan comes up to me crying, saying that he wants to play with his friends. I told him to go find them and ask if they wanted to play. He found them, but apparently they had found a new friend and Logan was no longer welcome. That is the problem with playing with older kids. They tire of the younger ones after a while. Logan usually doesn’t let this bother him and goes off and finds another friend to play with. Not this time. This time the girls were pretty mean. This time Logan was sad. He came over to me, looked up with tears in his eyes and said, “Mom, why are they mad at me?” It broke my heart. I gave him a big hug and told him that sometimes people are not very nice, but that he should just go find some new friends to play with who are nice. “You don’t want to be friends with people who aren’t nice anyway, right?”
He didn’t want to go find some nice friends though. He just wanted to sit on my lap. Eventually we went to ride the escalators, watch Santa and buy a pretzel and strawberry lemonade to enjoy… and the mean girls were soon forgotten.
I don’t know how I am going to last through High School.
3 comments:
:( I feel for you. Wait till he gets offended sends all his friends home, runs inside, slams the front door and runs to his room crying. Then you look outside to get a clue on what happend and you see his friends looking around confused. If there is a manual somewhere let me know.
I totally understand how you feel. Hailey has never really had that problem with other kids(sometimes I secretly wonder if she is the "mean girl")? But Sierra on the other hand has a hard time with people not being her friend EVERY day. I try to tell her that she can have lots of friends and to not worry about the mean kids but its hard when they are little. Hang in there but I don't think it gets much better! Miss ya lots tell Tom HI.
One day, in middle school I believe, Joey had a room full of friends. I was in the kitchen. One of his friends, Max S. came upstairs and started pacing the dining room and talking to himself. I asked Max what was wrong and he just shook his head. I said, "are the boys being mean to you" (I know, they were a little old for a Mom coming to the rescue, but still, I was curious) and Max says "No, I was being mean to them, so Joey told me to leave the room until I could be nice... so I am up here pacing until I think I can be nice." And my work there was done.
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