miscellaneous, musings

Those old feelings

Something I didn’t anticipate when Clare started school last year was to often feel like I was back at school myself.  Particularly on a social level.  I was very unhappy socially at primary school – the youngest in my grade, a good reader, not at all sporty, limited understanding of how to relate to other kids my own age.  You get the picture.  So whenever Clare doesn’t receive an invitation to a party that some of her friends are invited to, all my old feelings come rushing back.  Luckily, Clare doesn’t seem too bothered about it, so I am trying hard to keep my issues to myself and not let them flow onto my daughter.  But sometimes it is hard.

Clare is at a very small school, and I mix with a group of school mums who are all friendly and chatty and I organise dinner out for us all once each month.  There have been a few things happen over the past year that have made me feel a bit on the outer and as though I have overestimated the depth of some of my friendships – and the friendship groups of my daughter.  Today after school one of the mums was busy handing out photos taken at her daughter’s birthday party to the other mums whose children attended – which didn’t include Clare. 

How can I toughen up?  It hurts each time something like that happens.  I really do wish that the other mums would be a bit more sensitive and a little less obvious when they have excluded others.  And I hope like hell that I don’t inadvertently do the same thing to others.  I struggle with keeping my old insecurities under control and under wraps.  For years I had thought I had gotten past those old feelings.  After all, I’m a grown up now – over 40 with much more life experience, and I thought that I was quite secure with my group of wonderful friends and family.  But primary school has seen me revert to my 7 year old self.

Thankfully Clare is quite self-assured and happy with her group of friends.  She really doesn’t seem to be concerned about her friendship group and what parties and after-school playdates she does or doesn’t get invited to.  I know I should just get over it.  Thanks for letting me debrief a little.