From the same mold...

Last night when I went in the bathroom, Daisy was in there and had been crying for a lengthly amount of time (due to her splotchy face). When I asked her what was wrong, she shook her head and tried to control her tears. "DAISY, what is wrong???" I asked again. This time she looked at me and said, " Mom, I just don't know if Angel likes me or not." I paused and did not handle it very well. "Oh my word Daisy, I thought you were hurt!" Grace stepped in seconds later and started lovingly talking to her. "Daisy, how does he treat you? If he's nice to you, it means he likes you...." I exited the bathroom and let Grace handle that one, but since then, it's been on my mind. I was in love 36 different times when I was her age. I got married several times on the playground and I still remember my Kindergarten crush- Evan Green. I still have the journals that confesses my love for all the boys in my life and I wrote poetry that makes my blush now. I used to be a romantic. Now I'm just a tired Mom who views it as a waste of money and another thing I HAVE to do. (I'm awful, I know and I'm honestly thinking about taking some love life classes to help me out!)Anyway, I realized that Miss Daisy and I are a lot alike. We both love people, we are fragile, we want to help, we want to make things better, we do everything we can to make others feel happy, we cry, we get our feelings hurt and we are sensitive. Today when I went to school, I asked her which one Angel was and she pointed him out to me. At least she has good taste! He was a cutie! We both smiled and she ran off to play with friends. I had to document the tears and later I will sit down and have the conversation with her that we should have had yesterday. I have to remember she is a little girl and whatever is going on in her life is the biggest deal to her. I need to stop and be sensetive. I need to remember that about 3 seconds ago it was me buying teddy bears and giving posters that said I love you on them to the boys in my life. I love you Daisy and I am very sorry.