My daughter is a wonderful little girl who teaches me what I am like on the inside. She cries when she is tired and she cries when she makes a mistake, she cries when she feels ignored and she cries when she thinks I am mad with her. That is a lot like me. I cry under these circumstances and I add a few more adult feelings - I cry when I am angry and I cry when I am happy. Yep, a crybaby.
She is also a little girl of strength and character and one who will speak when she feels like it and will not speak when she does not. I realized from talking to her a few days ago that her character is from the inside out and it made me smile.
She told me that there is a little girl at at school that a lot of the girls and some of the boys pick on. They girls don't like her because she only wants to be friends with one little girl and does not want this little girl to be friends with anyone else. The boys don't like her because she pretends like she is a cheetah and they make fun of her and then she gets mad and she chases them at recess. (please keep in mind I am simply the typist - this is really what she told me so hang on....) So, the other day this little girl got tired of kids picking on her so she told one little girl that if she kept it up she was going to kill her. My daughter, the princess of all and that thinks she knows everything, and her friend told the yard duty teacher what this little girl said and my daughter, her co-accuser and the picked on girl had to go into the office and write down their story. I suspect this action stemmed from the no tolerance to bullying campaign at schools. She said that when they finished they went back to class. The girl who had said I am going to kill her, stayed behind and when she came back to class she was crying. My daughter said that at lunch she was still crying and so she went over to her and told the girl that she would play with her and she did. My daughter then told me that she felt that it wasn't fair that the kids picked on the girl because she could see that there was something wrong with her. She said that playing with her seemed to make the little girl happy. I expressed to my daughter how proud I was of her for doing this because it was the right thing to do - both the telling and the befriending. She smiled. I told her that it is not right to pick on peple and I hoped that she would never do that to anyone because it is mean.
Last night I go into her room to kiss her goodnight and she is crying. I asked her why. After a few more tears, a little whimper and a few more forced tears she tells me that she didn't tell me the truth about finishing her homework and that she still had a little more to finish. I told her to go to sleep and that I would wake her up early and she could finish. I thanked her for telling me and reminded her that she needs to do all of her assignments when she gets home and if she cannot, she needs to tell me at the time and not wait until bedtime. She was able to force a teary smile. She really is an actress. Well, I told her I loved er, gave her another kiss and she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Her character is molding as I watch. There are things that she is learning and that is able to express that I am just now getting. It is a good thing to be a witness as she transforms from baby to little girl to pre-teen and teen. Oh my.