You’re having a hard time with friends at school just now. You’re feeling bossed, teased, left out, made to sit with girls, and generally on the outs.
I want one or several of the following:
- to whisk you away from it all;
- to sneak slimy mud into the sandwiches of anyone who hurts your feelings;
- to hold a private meeting with each of your classmates explaining why you’re the best;
- to give you a superpower where your skin gets thick at crucial times.
I really do want these abilities sometimes. I totally feel it when you’re sad, and I know how sensitive you are (I am too). But then I think a little more and I know I have to let you figure it out and feel the bad stuff as well as the good. You’re going to feel each extreme hard no matter what age you are, I’m pretty sure. I’ll coach you as much as I can … tell you to say “whatever” rather than react too much, walk away, shrug as if it didn’t touch you. But we’re not really “whatever” people, you and me. So all I can do, it seems, is love you through it. I will.