Growing up really sucks.

I'd blissfully forgotten. Until my oldest, 8 years old, goes to bed and then calls me a half an hour later crying. She can't take another minute she says. She wants to move to a different class because there's this boy that likes her, and she can't stand him. She says he always has to be by her, stand by her in line, hang out by where she plays with her friends.

"Does he touch you?" I ask. "no" "does he say anything weird to you?" "no" " then why does he bother you so much?" "I just don't like him liking me, and he tells me all the time".

What do you say? I remember the first boy who liked me, and I didn't like him back. It's a weird feeling. I told her that I understood how she felt, but that she might have to tell him that she doesn't like him. Poor thing. It's one of those things that you have to learn to deal with, no one can really teach you the best way for you to deal with situations. It's just part of self discovery.

What do I do? What do I say? It's so weird having to go through growing up from a different perspective. As a parent you want to be helpful, and not do anything that will make your kids want to stop telling you stuff that's going on in their lives. I don't know. I'll talk to her again in the morning....