Thus she grows

Evening 6.30. I see tiny Dewy running around the corridor behind 2 girls. Then they whisper something and ask Dewy to sit on stairs. They wander around to other floor.

There is lull and I come out and see this tiny thing sitting forlorn in steps. Asked her why .. she said she was asked to do so. I asked her to come back home she said she wouldnt because if she doesn't follow her so- called friends they wouldnt play with her.

I feel so bummed out. I dont want my daughter to be so dependent on people who doesnt give a batshit about her.

She is very emotional. She always wanted to be everyone's friend, everyone to consider her friend. I dont mind that. Just that I didnt want to eat whatever is being dished out for her.

I just see her now. Other kids come to her to ask her play. She doesnt seem to hang on to the other kids and certainly not the needy one. If she finds them to not be interested in being friends she just finds the next best option she has. Dignified.

I am happy she has grown more confident young darling who has her head firmly screwed up in the right place.

Now to think of it.. she has learnt this skill to not let others bully her and not taking nonsense from anyone by herself.  No thanks to me.

And I am proud of what she has become.

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