I’m having one of those days where I want to hang up my mommy hat and catch the first flight to Tahiti. So here I go again, boo-hooing about how hard it is to be a parent.It seems the older my kids get the more ill equipped I feel for this parenting gig. My own parents were terrible role models so I’m learning as I go. Sometimes I get it right and sometimes I don’t.

Madeline, my guinea pig oldest is having friendship troubles. She has a love-hate friendship with another girl in her class. Her frienemy happens to be a little girl I can’t stand. She is spoiled, bratty, rude, manipulative, and lacks boundaries. For some reason, Madeline enjoys her but it isn’t without conflict. The frienemy has everything but lacks time with her parents and Madeline gets lots of family time but lacks many of the material possessions of the frienemy. They are constantly feeling jealous of what the other has that they want and one-upping each other. It makes me crazy.

I met with the teacher today to see how we can help the girls get along better at school. This past Tuesday Madeline had an emotional breakdown in the car after school. The frienemy had left her out at lunch, giving her mean looks when the teacher’s back was turned, and trying to get her in trouble.

I didn’t get what I wanted out of the meeting. I love the teacher but I came home not feeling like there was any resolution. I had to ask myself what it was that I was hoping to get out of the meeting and suddenly I had a light bulb moment. This isn’t my problem to fix. This problem isn’t about when I was the kid feeling left out or mistreated and didn’t have a mother who would go to school and make it all better.

One of the things I have found most challenging about parenting is dealing with my intense desire to snuff out my kid’s emotional pain. I’m a big believer of natural consequences but when it comes to failure, disappointment, and friendship woes I want to pacify their feelings along with the ones I still carry from my own childhood. Logically I know that my kids need to experience their own emotional pain and struggles in order to grow but the mamma bear in me tends to instinctively jump in and rescue.

I can’t rescue Madeline from her friendship woes. She has chosen to continue this close friendship with the frienemy so she is going to have to figure out how to make it work. I’m here to support her and give a listening ear but this is one boo boo I can’t put a band-aid on.

Realizing this doesn’t make me feel any better though.

Damn it.

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