Stay Out Of My Sandbox

Some things will just never change. There will always be the people who think they are more important or better than everyone else. I try not to let it bother me but it still does. Only three little girls from my daughter's class came to her party out of 20 kids. I know ten of them went to the other girls party. This is only kindergarten. My angel mentioned that not too many people showed up but she was ever grateful for the people who did come. They are good friends, too. I couldn't help notice who was invited and who wasn't and it made it obvious to me. I wanted to scream and yell. I wanted to tell this oblivious women doesn't she know who she is messing with. This school isn't about how much money you have. Or is it. Does it always have to come to that for some people. I have been overly active in our school for seven years now. I personally know all the PTA board members and the staff knows my children and I by name. Maybe I have personal issues from my own childhood of people who constantly tried to exclude others. I always presumed it was the child but I didn't realize it was their parents they were learning it from. Accidents happen. Oversights happen. But when it is so in your face obvious it can hurt. Maybe it is the girl thing....it luckily has never happened with my son. I love our small school. It is wonderful. I don't want it to change. But it is much easier to get lost in a big school. And sometimes that is just where I like to be. My daughter is already over it but the other mother's and I want to meet her in the parking lot after school. It is funny how your maternal instinct will kick in and you would do almost anything to protect your offspring. You start thinking of ways to mentally torture this predator. I know I am overreacting just a smidgen, but getting this off my chest will help. I do have a tiny weeny vindictive side, but it only lasts for a day or two. (usually). Really, I'm almost over it. Really!! Almost!!

Okay, one other, a little more controversial thing, public versus private school. My mil is pushing the private school thing again. Even if it was a realistic for us to fork over 20k a year for private school I still wouldn't want to. Like repeatedly said, I like our schools. Granted, our middle school and high school are not number one in the state, but they are still wonderful. Also, wouldn't it just be cheaper to move if they are that bad. My mil says her friends are telling her "all the kids are using meth." My husband said, " that's just because they can't afford coke" Ha-ha! Seriously, we still have an excellent graduation rate and a good percentage that go on to college. Also, like I have probably said before, I think we have a pretty awesome home life. We are close with our kids and extended family. I believe this makes a difference. I have nothing against private schools. My husband and I both attended them at some time in our lives. I just think a lot of the crap people complain about at public schools you can also find at private schools. If you have the money and desire go for it. I am happy where I am and would like to help promote our public school system to the better. My mil is one of the pushier mil's and she refers to my children as hers " I have found some great private schools we can send our boy to."
Anyway, I am a big girl and can do my own research. And take care of my own children. Beware: I don't mind getting dirty especially when it is my own sandbox.

Imagine

I started off the afternoon a little sad because I am trying to throw a really nice birthday party for my daughter this Saturday but no one seems to be able to come. I found out from another mom that another little girl is having a party at the same time but she only invited half the class ( my daughter not included ). This mom of course is much more organized than I and sent her invites out 3 weeks ago. Oh, I feel terrible. The blessed angel I have for a daughter does not seemed fazed by it at the least, though. She is only 6 after all. We had a family party over the weekend and she was absolutely delighted. We went to a local fall festival and she loved shopping all the booths. She is definitely my daughter. I know I shouldn't care and I am trying not to get caught up in all the "who's party is better " crap, but I just hate disappointment on my child's face. If I know my angel she will still have the time of her life.

My son came home from school yesterday with his first heartache. He asked a girl to the Fall Carnival at school and she said no. I wanted to cry for him. I still can't believe he is already this age. I want to shelter him from it all. And it is just beginning. Today he came home a little happier because she told him she does like him but she is not allowed to call or go out with boys until she's twelve. So they will just be very good friends at school. I like this girl already. The 6th grade dance is coming up before you know it, though. If only,...

Then tonight all the other stuff seemed silly when I found out my aunt and Godmother has uterine cancer. My mom and her sister. Then a friend told me her mom was just diagnosed with melanoma-skin cancer. WTF!!! These women aren't even 60. I am thinking of moving to a bubble soon. But will that even help. Then it got me thinking(there I go again)...is my children's social lives really silly. NO, these are the kinds of things that count. When I think of my childhood, I love my parents for all the little and wonderful things they did. Nothing was too trivial for them. They made every minute count. Family vacations were always a must. Even when I bawked. But I can't even remember why I protested, but I sure do remember visiting Yellowstone Park, Disney World, and Washington DC with my parents. Yes, I remember broken hearts and bumps and bruises along the way, but I also remember my parents always being there doing the best they can. Even if I couldn't see that then. I was loved (still am ).My sister and brother were loved. We all have the same great memories so they must have been doing something right. I just hope my children feel the same way when they are older. I have a small hunch my hubby and I are doing something right. They are truly great kids and I love them to pieces.
I pray for all the sick and suffering people in this world. I also pray for the people in the world who do not have a family who loves and supports them as much as mine has. No one is perfect but everyone wants to be loved. We all need each other. " Imagine all the people..."