At the playground today August saw a little girl and said that she had to say hi because the little girl was a friend. I believe it was the first time we ever saw her. August ran up to her stopping three feet in front of her and with open arms said,"Come in, come into the playground, it's so much fun!" Then she said, "Come play with me, we can have so much fun!" The little girl just looked down. August handed her a large and shiny acorn. She just walked the other way. Her mother told her to be nice. Maybe she was shy. August kept on smiling and telling her that the slide was really fun. The little girl walked away.

As they walked off I told August let's race to the slide and she was off giggling and all smiles. Later she walked into a pole and bumped her forehead. Crying, she came to me, crawled on my lap and I held her, trying to hug and kiss away the pain. Once we got home I found myself tearing up a bit. It's hard being a Mom, it's hard seeing children get hurt at their happiest or watch other children walk away from the person who's sweet heart you know better than any other's. I don't think she noticed the brush off, I hope that little girl was just shy. I hope she never does notice brush offs, some people are like that and I envy that personality.

I remember being so sensitive and easily hurt starting at age five. What happens is little claws begin to form. By the 7th grade I had my first girl fight. I notice that happens to a lot of sensitive personality types. I hope she doesn't become too sensitive later. I think many mother's feel like taking up the job of crying the tears if only it would insure that their child would never have too.