Today was much anticipated by Clarabelle. A school mate of hers was going to come over to play after school. Clarabelle woke up this morning as if it was Christmas. She said she couldn’t believe it was finally Friday, that she thought today would never come. I was excited for her and when I dropped her off at school I gave her a big hug and told her I was looking forward to the afternoon too.
Then. An email. Billy’s mom was sad to tell me that her son was home sick. That he had woke up asking if he could still go to Clarabelle’s. She realized that he was too sick to do so. *gulp*
This is where I fight myself over how I parent. If this were me as a child I would have been told that my friend was sick and we’ll reschedule. End of story. No coddling, no analyzing. Get over it and go play. I don’t feel like I can do this. All afternoon I’ve been thinking about how to break this to Clarabelle. She was planning on waiting in front of her class for her friend and they were going to walk home together. Instead, I need to go pick her up and tell her. I told Fish we should take her to Chuck E. Cheese to play some games and have an after school snack, but then that started to seem so excessive. Life is full of disappointments right? We need to learn to move on without a parade of sorts. I think.
Tonight is family game night and I need to pick up a new game at Target and I’ll also be making a special dessert. I decided that maybe I could take Clarabelle with me, have her help me choose the game and maybe get some yogurt on the way home. I think that is reasonable. Why am I over thinking this so much?