Karma in Parenting

In school I was considered the mean girl. Since I graduated high school and have made friends with former classmates I have heard time and time again "I really hated you in school." "Yep. That was me. The hated girl. Thank the Heaven that people can change and that I changed.

What I am not ready for is my karma. The karma of where me being the mean girl is now going to bite me where the sun does not shine and my girl is going to be the one being bullied. Charli Beth seems to be the girl that makes all kinda of friends. Which is wonderful. I love that she can make friends and pick up a new one in a heart beat. But what I do not like is the fact that her little heart is already being scorned by others. We all know that kids can be mean. Heck, girls are the worse. But does it have to start this young?

Last year in Kindergarten Curtis picked Charli up from school and she was crying her eyes out. She was put in time out after telling her friend that she was a "bad girl" when the little girl called her a dirty name. Why did she call her a bad girl? Because Daddy and I had tried convincing Charli that the little girl mentioned was not the type of friend that she needed. We did tell her that she was a bad girl and needed to find friends that would be nice to her too. Parent fail. This taught us all a lesson. But I still am not prepared for the days of bullying and mean girl fights that are ahead. Of course I am a pro at being mean back but I do not want Charli being the way that I was. I want her to always be able to hold her head high and to mend her heart with courage that new friend come along.

I do cross my fingers that this isn't starting this young. That these stories are made out to be a little more worse than they were. Girls are pros at that as well. Especially Charli since she is the girl that apologizes to me when she is feeling a little "emotional" on some days.

So far it seems that Charli Beth is doing a great job at this. I am so proud of her outgoing ways to not let it effect her entire day. But I am still not prepared to hear the stories or see the notes she writes about her day.