First Day of School Blues ;-(

I do not get the first day of school blues anymore, or so I thought! I dropped off my 6th and 8th graders at their new middle school yesterday and had a joyous day. I didn't hear, "Mommy what are we doing today?" and I didn't hear, "Can I have this and can I have that!" It was so nice to have a day to myself to catch up from our summer of fun and not taking care of some personal responibilities! 

I picked the girls up at 4:15 and that's when I got the school blues. My 8th grader jumped in the car BALLING CRYING and said, "I had the worst day of my life. I am such a looser in every class bc I don't have one friend in any of them. I had no where to sit in the freezing cold lunch room bc all my friends sat at either the jock table or cheerleader table and I am neither. I sucked at volleyball tryouts and did not get one serve over. This is going to be the worst year ever! Will you home school me?"

My heart sank to the ground and I was so sad for this precious girl bc I have been there. Middle school did suck and most girls are on a mission to leave out and be better than all the other girls. GIRLS SUCK!!! I know this and I have told this to my children time and time again of course using nicer and appropriate language. But that doesn't matter. These are the formative years and they will be affected from their bad experiences no matter what. 

I told Elisabeth how much I love her and that things will get better, and that we will get to the counselor ASAP to try and make some changes to make her year better. Did this make her feel better going to school the 2nd day? Hell NO!  Does me telling her to be confident and strong and hang in there make her feel better? Hell NO! Does me telling her she is fabulous and wonderful make going to school the 2nd day any easier? Hell NO!

So I now have the 2nd of school blues and am worried when I pick her up at 6 from Volleyball tryouts that she is going to be just as miserable. And I simply don't have all the answers I wish I could give her. We mothers raise our children as best we can and are hopeful our children feel happy and secure and have wonderful school experiences. But honestly, we never really know how their days are going to end. I am hoping Elisabeth gets in the car with a smile instead of a tear and I am already looking forward to day 3. Don't you mothers agree?