I had a conversation with my 8 yo daughter yesterday.
We were sitting in my bedroom talking about her day and her field trip, and her life. She was telling me all about her field trip and how fun it was. Then she went into all the 2nd grade angst (sp?) about how none of the girls in class like her. When I asked her why she said it was because they think she's mean.
Mind you my Gabi is shy and backwords but very pigheaded and stubborn. At home she is Jr. Mommy to her little sisters, and tries to runthe show whenever possible. SO I can see where it might be that way. I told her perhaps she should try not to be so bossy. She was aghast that i could even think she would be. For goodness sake. Then we discussed her "love-life". Ohhhh yes. My 2nd grader has a love life. For months she's been talking about Collin. He gave her an angel bear to bring home and wrote her sonnets inspired by his love. I heard her once tell her 7yo sister that he was crazy , madly in love with her, and if my 7 yo was lucky she would find someone that loved HER that much too. *chuckle*
Well apparently she dumped poor smitten Collin and has moved on to Mitchell. Our conversation went like this.
Me: SO who is this new boy?
Her: Mitchell.
Me: Is he nice.
Her: Yes
Me: Is he cute?
Her: He's a Cowboy. DUH!
Me: Oh a cowboy! What makes him a cowboy?
Her: Well his Dad's a farmer.
Me: Ohhhhh so he's a farmer?
Her: Yeah. And we were on the bus sitting together and Collin was behind us banging his elbow on the seat because he was mad. (she grins- pleased with herself)
Me: Wait you SAT together on the bus? (she nods) You didn't hold hands did you?
Her: (a look of disgust) Umm, NO! He tried but I wouldn't let him.
Me: Good, because I think holding hands means you might get married or something.
Her: Well we might someday. We're in love. I was in love with Collin, but he started being a jerk, so I don't love him anymore. Now I love Mitchell, and he says he loves me too.
Me: Oooooh
We talked about lots of other things, her hair, clothes, her baby sister, life and things going on in it. Some drama that I needed to ask her about. Later She was at the kitchen table with her art set out working on something dilligently. Everytime I passed by she would throw her body over her project and tell me not to look. About an hour later I got a very colorful card on my bed.
"Dear Mom. Thanks for the Me and You time. I like talking to you. I love you and Bobby."
The pictures were adoreable, little hearts outlined the card and there was a butterfly on the back with her own greeting card symbol. Too cute. And it made me all warm and fuzzy.
She spent the rest of the day listening to her little radio with the headphones Bobby gave her. Pretty soon she'll be asking me for her own MP3 player LOL
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Then there was my 7yo. Bobby was outside throwing baseballs and batting with them. Apparently, he was hitting to Jeremy. She did her little Tomboy walk up to them and asked if she could bat. She was promptly told Jeremy was first and then she could bat. But oh no that wasn't good enough for the little firecracker. "why can't I bat first?" She was told it wasn't her turn and she needed to wait. Little Miss Thang proceeded to storm off. Later we found a beautiful letter written in white rock on the cement. "I hate you Bobby. Yes I do."
At Dinner I told her I'd heard about her love letter. She looked confused. I explained about the writing. She looked embarrassed and ashamed. I explained that we don't use the word hate. I think I almost made her cry. Later she came up to me and informed me that she doesn't really hate Bobby. I told her she should tell HIM that and maybe apologize. I think the stubborness caught hold of her because I'm pretty sure that never happened. But it didn't stop Bobby from bragging about her pitching arm. It's just too bad in Softball they have to pitch underhanded.
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Then ofcourse Jeremy was our little golf ball fetcher. LOL We got out golf clubs and were hitting golf balls into the field. And he would run and grab them and bring them back. Ofcourse he is the perfect spectator because even the worst would illicit an ooooh and ahhh from him. Earlier in the day he was fawning over his baby sister, helping to give her a bottle. I told him that when she grew up she was going to look up to him. So he needed to be a good example. I talked about how when she was 7 he would be 17, and all her little friends would probably have crushes on him. He informed me that was fine (as he puffed his chest) but that no boys better try to like her because he would chase them off. LOL
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and my oldest. Well, let's just say she had to write a paper and Bobby and I spent a while the day before discussing it with her. The topic. Choose a side- Is Man born innately evil, or a blank slate? She couldn't decide which she truly believed. I think we finally talked her into just picking a side and debating it to her best ability even if she wasn't sure she believed it or not. She asked to go to a bonfire Saturday with her friends at her boyfriends house. It will be fun, but I imagine holding hands will be the least of my worries. I got a text from her saying she appreciated my help, and all my support and that she loves me. SIGH The differences between the ages. The innocence and the complexity. :)
I LOVE BEING A MOM!