Lizzy is at day camp this week - and what an up and down adventure it has been. At first she was very excited about going but then, about a week ago, she started crying whenever camp was mentioned. Mean mummy did the "we've paid for it, so you're going" talk. Yesterday, as we walked into the camp ground, she exclaims "I remember here. I do want to go to day camp!". I have to admit I rolled my eyes.
It turned out that one of Lizzy's preschool friends was in the class with her. However, when I picked Lizzy up, she asked me
"Do you think once you become friends with someone they should always be your friend?" Oh dear - I know what's happened.
"Yes I do Lizzy. Did Emma say she didn't want to be your friend anymore". Eyes welling up, she tells me yes.
So come today, our second day and Lizzy doesn't want to go back to camp.
"I don't have any friends there".
"Lizzy, sometimes when people are mad they say things that they don't really mean. Was Emma angry when she said she didn't want to be your friend." "Yes - she didn't like something I did". Ahhh...the truth is coming out.
"I'm sure she didn't really mean it, and wants to be your friend still".
We had arranged to pick up Emma on the way to camp, and Emma was thrilled to see Lizzy. Isaac, Lizzy & Emma were all in the back chatting, when it is mentioned that another of their preschool friends is in chess camp with Isaac. Emma pipes up and says
"One of my preschool friends is in camp with Isaac and another preschool friend is is camp with me!" I smile to myself, and in my mind I'm saying "Thank you so much for saying those magic words Emma!" For I have seen in my rear vision mirror a little girl who is beeming because Emma has said that she was friends with Lizzy.
I never realised raising a girl would mean dealing with such drama. Am I allowed to confess that I'm glad to have two boys?