I had some interesting conversations with Gracie when we went to Rhinebeck. With the chaos of life and the intensity of Owen’s needs–Cameron and Gracie do tend to get a bit overlooked. Gracie, amazing child that she is, tries not to burden me with her problems. Repeatedly, I have told her I want to know, I will make time but she is so mature for her age and often chooses otherwise. I was all hers on Sunday though. Yes, we listened to a book on tape but I also just listened to her.
Gracie has some difficulties at school with the other girls. How can anyone not remember what that is like? I was practically friendless from 4th to 6th grade. We have moved so many times and Gracie has so many experiences that other children do not. Some of the girls are outright awful. One such girl spread rumors that Gracie has autism. Sigh. The latest–and not so greatest–are the playground antics. Instead of monkey bars and kickball, the girls are playing therapy and manicures. Don’t forget your reservation. Instead of Red Rover and tag, the girls are playing massage and yoga. Oh my goodness, what do the mom’s in my town do with their spare time??
Gracie and I talked about what it is like being different. I relished being different–in high school and college. It isn’t as easy to be different in elementary and middle school. Gracie said, "Yea, I stick out like a sore thumb." I told her I didn’t see it that way. I told her she stuck out in a unique and wonderful way. I assured her that if she chose to be more like the other girls, in order to get by, I would understand but I would be right by her side too if she kept at it–as is. She wants to remain true to herself and I adore her for it.
And in that line of thinking, a What Kind of Girl Are You? quiz.
I am a hybrid of:
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