HA! I bet you all had a dramatic intake of breath thinking I had officially lost my fucking mind and decided to quit blogging! But you'd all be wrong and I'm ashamed that you'd think such a thing.
No, instead I'm talking about the end of the school year. This year for Olivia was full of fun, excitement, friend making, bullying from kids who can't keep their damn hands to themselves, and most of all- growing. This girl is a totally different kid from when she started school back in September. Back then I would describe her as very timid, shy, soft spoken, a little fearful of new things, and had a hard time relating to other kids. Now? This girl is sassy, confident, makes friends pretty easily, likes to be the leader of the class, ended up being the mother hen to lots of kids in the class and smart. Holy fucking shit is she smart. Like freaky smart.
And I'm not going to lie- this year flew by in a flash. It seriously feels like we just started and here we are, the end of the year. *sigh*
But on their last day she got to meet her new teacher for next year and see who's in her class. I was coming to her school that afternoon to volunteer during the end-of-year party they do for the kids which included three bounce house and a DJ. To say every kid in that school had an incredible time is an understatement. It was so fun to watch the kids and Olivia was hysterical. And so like me.
But let's talk about once we got home, because that's where it gets sad. Literally, as soon as we got home and put our stuff away, Olivia BURST into tears. And I'm talking full on tears to the point where I thought she seriously hurt herself and I'm checking for injuries. As it turns out, she has NOT ONE FRIEND in her first grade class. Let me repeat that, NOT ONE FRIEND in her class. Now, they are going from three Kindergarten classes and being separated into four first grade classes. Her class alone had 24 kids in it last year and she's going to class with 15, so that's part of it. What I don't get is how with her five friends in Kindergarten that are her go-to buddies at lunch time, she got NOBODY in her class. Oh wait. She gets the loud mouthed girl Olivia doesn't like because she's kind of too much to handle and then the boy who cries 24/7 for pretty much no reason.
She really likes the teacher and said the classroom looks really fun with lots of new stuff, but she is pretty much devastated that she has not one friend in her class. Now, part of me wants to be mama bear and go to the school and be like, really? You really think this is the best thing for her considering how many problems we had this year getting her to make a friend and not be a total bully target? Then the other part of me is waving the "this is life and life isn't fair" flag. I'm pretty much torn on what to do.
In preparation for the end of the school year, I told Olivia she could have her first ever sleepover. Only two of the three girls we invited could come which ended up being OK because it was crazy town up in here for two days. Her friend Grace and Ivy came over on Friday and none of the girls had ever been to or had a sleepover so this was new for everyone. We played HARD on Friday, we ate junk, we watched movies and by midnight I could not stay up any longer. I heard them still talking past midnight but I just couldn't do it. I actually have no idea when or if they ever went to bed.
The next day we were bummed that Ivy had to leave earlier than planned but she was going to her family's cabin on a lake which I'm sure was awesome since we had great weather. But my other treat for the girls was a little girl spa day. There is a salon in Hermantown, MN that does a little spa thing just for little girls which is too damn cool. So they were super excited.
This turned out to be a little more expensive than I thought, but it was absolutely worth it because those girls had a fabulous time and talked about how great it was the entire way home.
After Grace left, Olivia and I cleaned up her room and put stuff away and you know what she says to me? She says, "Mom- thanks for letting me have a party with my friends. I just wish I was going to have friends next year." Um, break my fucking heart. *sigh*
So, what do you think I do? Do I talk to the school or do I let it go and hope for the best? I hate feeling torn but I also don't want to be that annoying parent that pisses off the teachers thinking I know more about child social development than they do, you know?