Friday, April 3, 2009
It wasn't until I saw her walking toward the mom-mobile this afternoon after school that I realized how much she was hurting.
M y sweet Anya has experienced her first broken heart.
Her best friend, who is a boy, is moving.
She has known for awhile Gabe would be leaving. She even talked this week a bit about it, but it wasn't until I saw her walking toward the mom-mobile this afternoon after school that I realized just how much she was hurting.
She climbed into the van, dumped her backpack into her seat, crawled into my lap and began to weep.
I feel so bad for her.
The whole friendship thing has been a bit hard on Anya this year. Moving from Kansas to Wyoming, required not only saying goodbye to so many long-time friends, but she also had to get established with new friends.
And when you're an 8-year-old girl, friendship is EVERYTHING.
Thankfully Anya is outgoing, sweet and as true a friend as you'll find. She has several girlfriends she enjoys playing with...but this boy was special (thankfully, not in that kind of way).
He played with her on the playground.
They hung out during lunch.
They worked together on class projects.
He was her bud.
And now he's gone...to Oregon, I think.
I sat there for awhile, holding Anya crammed in between me and the steering wheel, trying to console her. Rocking her and telling her it would be alright.
But I'm afraid there's only so much a mom can do.
I did suggest we sign her up for an email account (with my supervision). Then on Monday she can give the address to her teacher and see if she can pass it on to Gabe's mom. That way they can keep in touch.
It helped a bit.
That an a pair of purple pom-poms from the dollar store. ;>)