Many people would call her "delicate" or "prissy". I see right through it though. Sadly, sometimes I think I'm the cause of it.
I went to Field Day at my daughter's school this morning and thirty minutes into our two hours together, she turned into a cling-on. She was hot. Her belly hurt. She didn't want to participate. The more I assured her she was okay, that everyone was hot, and that she should drink water, the more she turned up the urgency. She started throwing the v-word (vomit) around. When we came back inside, she wanted to go to the nurse to get her temperature taken. She was hinting at me taking her home.
No. Way. Sister.
Now before I come off as totally incompassionate, this is a pattern of behavior. Oddly, it's behavior that is ONLY associated with me. I even asked her teacher if she did this when I wasn't there. She assured me she was very much in the mix of the class without me there. :-(
What makes me sad is that I truly enjoy going to my daughters' respective classrooms to help out. It helps me learn about her teachers, her classmates, her school and how she interacts with it all. But if every time I do it turns into pouting, isolation, and refusal to participate it looks like we know the solution.
The kindergarten teacher said, "Part of this may be because she's six." Let's hope she's right. Because being the mom at the school event with the velcro kid isn't fun.
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