Yesterday was the first day of the new school term and for all intents and purposes it went very well. Except for the fact that the Dancing Queen came home upset that some of the boys in her class had called her a baby. Unfortunately that is nothing new and one of those recurring themes that we contend with.
Exactly how "young" she appears however hit home after just spending 10 days in the company of her three and a half year old cousin. Socially/emotional wise there was not much more than a year or two between them, especially as the Dancing Queen was outside of the confines of her normal comfort zone and was feeling somewhat vulnerable.
And that is one thing to me that is becoming more obvious, that the gap between her and her peers is widening by the month. Academically she can hold her own but socially the waters are becoming murkier for her.
On the "plus" side she has decided on her own accord to pack away her Maisy Mouse DVDs and her beloved Fisher Price Little People toys are now being replaced by the want for Monster High toys as per the current trend with her peers and elder sister. Sadly however the superficial possession of such toys is not going to be enough for her to lose the label of being a baby. If it was, I would be in the local toy store right now as opposed to typing this. As a mother, I would love to be able to wave that magic wand to make that hurt go away, even if it did involve the purchase of materialistic items.
But no magic wands exist. And at this point in time, trying to explain to the Dancing Queen that her absolute pure innocence is one of her most endearing features will not remove that hurt or label either. So I guess the waters are just as murky for me right now in trying to guide her through this particular issue.
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