Water Park

Today I'm going to go to the water park with a girl from church. It's nice to think I've been invited somewhere. :)

She said, "Let's do something this week." As if we'd been friends for years and this was just a normal day occurrence. Nice.

The problem is that Vicbowin hates the water park. I'm not sure why either, she just does and she'll fight me when I tell her where we're going.

It's been really hard on her moving here. Harder than anyone else. While the Mischievite makes friends as easily as some people eat candy (okay, all people) Vicbowin is left struggling to find someone, anyone her age who will say five words to her.

While Albowin just scowls at everyone and prefers time to himself, Vicbowin cries herself to sleep and notes exactly how much time has passed since we've been here (It's been two months now, Mom, and still no friends.)

So for some reason the water park is the personification of this issue for her. She HATES it.

Which makes me feel bad for forcing her to go, but she needs to get out and I need to get out and so she must go.

Sometimes being a mom is so hard. I never thought I'd feel like the bad guy when I told my kids to play.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Watching your kids struggle totally takes all the fun out of moving.
Amy said…
Hey my daughter loves the idea of having an pen pal, and since our own move is looming on the horizon...how do you feel about setting that up?

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