Jolene was the sprout of every girl who had ever hurt my feelings, reincarnated as a preschooler.
Yet my daughter was inexplicably devoted.
Ever hopeful, she would greet her wee frien-emy warmly.
Jolene would shriek and hide under the table. She would ignore–then punish cruelly if my child played with anyone else.
When confronted, Jolene would blame her actions on her delicate emotional state. “I’m really missing my mom today,” she would say, copping a sad face. “That’s why I’m making bad choices.”
But she would look me in the eye in a way that tipped her tiny hand.
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But you say ‘was’, has she grown out of her?
Well. Not exactly. They are no longer at the same school, so they cross paths less often. She still ranks first on top of the list of potential birthday party attendees, however.
Got to be an improvement though! 🙂
True. Nursing those wounds daily took a toll. Now it’s a rarer, more manageable experience.