bless her heart

i remember my school days and remember how much i hated it. all the disappointments and cruel little kids. i had really mean teachers & bus drivers--fortunately, the girls do not. i remember how i felt when someone hurt my feelings or i didn't get something i wanted. but wow! those feelings are 10 times worse when your own children go through it. today, i was looking for clothes for brooke to wear. i was feeling frustrated because she was being a bit picky so i snapped a little. when i turned around, she had tears in her eyes and i asked if i hurt her feelings. i did. so i hugged her tight, gave her a kiss, and told her i was sorry. then she burst into a hard cry--tears streaming and trying to catch her breath. i felt really bad. i didn't think i snapped that bad--just a little--so i told her i wasn't mad at her but she went into this confusing story about how she lost the pirate costume contest and no one wanted to be on her team except Breeze. i guess she was a captain and kids were suppose to line up behind the captain they wanted. Breeze was the only one who lined up behind her. Mr. VanOss, her teacher, reminded everyone that brooke was a captain too. after that, 2 other kids lined up behind her. she said she almost cried in class but held it in. i held her for a while then told her she could have free time the rest of the night. that made her a little cheery. the story broke my heart because i know how she feels being hurt by friends. i told her that i agree with mr. VanOss--they probably didn't realize she was a captain. i'm telling you, just by the look on her face, i could tell she was really really hurt.