Last Minute Wishes
Diva Girl is flitting between her toast, the television, and her new outfit, unable to settle down to one particular thing. I keep shooing her peanutbutter sticky fingers away from her clothes, but I don’t think that’s the source of the butterflies in my stomach.
I want this year to be good to my baby. I want to send her off on a wonderful adventure every morning, confident that her wild, difficult spirit is being nurtured and fulfilled. I’m not too concerned about the academic stuff; she’s a smart kid, and she’ll figure it out. The social scene, however, terrifies me. Sabrina doesn’t really have a stellar track record in that area and, more than anything, I just don’t want her to have another year like last year. A year spent chasing the “popular” girls, kowtowing to them in the hopes that they will take pity on her and let her play.
It’s not like she doesn’t make friends. The past two years, she’s formed very close friendships with little girls in her class. Little girls who inevitably move away sometime in October. This year, all I really want is for that girl, whoever she is, to stick around and be my daughter’s friend. More than a straight A report card or some sort of sporting accomplishment, what I want for this year is for Sabrina to find a best friend.
Well, time to go see what the day brings.