Hurt feelings, hurt.
Today at the park I watched two and three year olds at play. One little girl had a truly beautiful stuffed animal, it looked like a real rag doll cat. She was trying to get the other little girl's interested in it. She asked the girls if they wanted to play with her but they were into a game of chase and didn't want to stop. I didn't want her to have hurt feelings so when August ran by I asked her to stop and say hello to the little girl.
She kept saying her grandmother bought it for her to anyone who would listen. The way she would say it made me think that she was very much in love with her grandmother and missed being with her, at that moment. I looked for her mother and she was on the other side of the playground with her cell phone. The little girl continued that her grandmother got her the stuffed animal. I said it was really the prettiest I had ever seen and her grandmother was really nice and she smiled as she went off chasing the other girls.
That little girl made me remember how left Grandmo and now in the "real world" and having to make a go of it but would rather be with Grandmo. Maybe I was just putting too much me into it. I tend to do that quite often. However, I did enter the park with much on my mind and everything I was witnessing seemed to be showing me something.
One by one the children went home and August found another friend. Things didn't work out too well. The little girl was a year older, very friendly, maybe a bit too overzealous but completely well meaning. August was tired, having skipped a nap. The combination resulted in August hanging her head and, with what seemed like a weary heart said, "I want to go home, Mommy, I want to go home." I was overwhelmed with emotion for everyone involved. The little girl looked sadly puzzled, her mother, who had been saying,"Be gentle, be gentle" looked uncomfortable and sad, the other mother and child looked uncomfortable, August was breaking my heart, I was feeling too much. So I said, "Yes, we need to go home, it's time to eat and it's getting chilly. Sayy good bye to your new friends and we'll go."
We left hand in hand. My mind going back, back to play ground days and remembering hurts. Here I am at an age where you are supposed to be the most adult of adults and I could recall every hurt feeling along the way, every one of them. Ever have a moment when you felt all the hurt feelings in your life at once? It was hearing her say,"Mommy, I want to go home." The way she said it.
Today at the park I watched two and three year olds at play. One little girl had a truly beautiful stuffed animal, it looked like a real rag doll cat. She was trying to get the other little girl's interested in it. She asked the girls if they wanted to play with her but they were into a game of chase and didn't want to stop. I didn't want her to have hurt feelings so when August ran by I asked her to stop and say hello to the little girl.
She kept saying her grandmother bought it for her to anyone who would listen. The way she would say it made me think that she was very much in love with her grandmother and missed being with her, at that moment. I looked for her mother and she was on the other side of the playground with her cell phone. The little girl continued that her grandmother got her the stuffed animal. I said it was really the prettiest I had ever seen and her grandmother was really nice and she smiled as she went off chasing the other girls.
That little girl made me remember how left Grandmo and now in the "real world" and having to make a go of it but would rather be with Grandmo. Maybe I was just putting too much me into it. I tend to do that quite often. However, I did enter the park with much on my mind and everything I was witnessing seemed to be showing me something.
One by one the children went home and August found another friend. Things didn't work out too well. The little girl was a year older, very friendly, maybe a bit too overzealous but completely well meaning. August was tired, having skipped a nap. The combination resulted in August hanging her head and, with what seemed like a weary heart said, "I want to go home, Mommy, I want to go home." I was overwhelmed with emotion for everyone involved. The little girl looked sadly puzzled, her mother, who had been saying,"Be gentle, be gentle" looked uncomfortable and sad, the other mother and child looked uncomfortable, August was breaking my heart, I was feeling too much. So I said, "Yes, we need to go home, it's time to eat and it's getting chilly. Sayy good bye to your new friends and we'll go."
We left hand in hand. My mind going back, back to play ground days and remembering hurts. Here I am at an age where you are supposed to be the most adult of adults and I could recall every hurt feeling along the way, every one of them. Ever have a moment when you felt all the hurt feelings in your life at once? It was hearing her say,"Mommy, I want to go home." The way she said it.
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