Posts Tagged ‘tween’

The Trip

Posted: May 2, 2015 in blog, short stories, Uncategorized
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It was going into April, nearing the end of 6th grade. Next year, off to Junior High. L was not looking forward to it. But there were a few months left and she was going to try and enjoy it. Now being a 6th grader meant one thing. A trip to Washington D.C., the Nations Capitol. L had done her share of fundraising so the cost to go was pretty much free. The teachers were making the reservations and setting up who were going to be in what room. There could be 4 people to a room, and if you didn’t have 4, she would put people with you. L didn’t worry. She had 3 other friends in the class and they were all set. They couldn’t wait to go. As the days went on though, her best friend, K, started talking to another girl in the class. They were getting to be good friends. It was one girl that she didn’t really care for one way or another, so L tried not to let it get to her.

One Sunday, L was at home and the phone rang. It was for her. It was the girl that her friend K, was starting to hang out with. She said that K and the rest of the girls were talking and they decided that L wasn’t any fun. They didn’t want her in the room on their big trip. They wanted her instead. L asked why didn’t K tell her this. The girl said that she didn’t want to hurt her feelings. L broke out into tears, and hung up. She ran to her mom, trying to tell her what happened, but she was crying too hard. She finally got the words out and her mom felt so sorry for her. She knew something was wrong though. K wouldn’t do this to her. They were too close of friends. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. L’s mom went to answer this time.

It was K. She started out apologizing. She said that the girl just called her and told her what she had done. “So you didn’t know about this?” L sobbed while trying to speak. “No, I didn’t.” “We don’t want her, you are my friend.” This made L feel so much better. The tears tapered off and they hung up soon after. She told her mom what K said. Her mom told her that she needed to inform the teacher the next day about this whole thing. L just wanted to forget about it. From past experience, she knew that telling the teacher wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.

The next morning, L went on to school. She was always the first one there, her mom dropped her off on her way to work. The teacher asked her to come on up to the room and help her hang up some things on the board. L was happy to help. Anything was better then sitting in the hallway by yourself. L was asked to staple some papers up on the board. Not much talking was going on, but L felt comfortable. She wanted to blurt out what happened the day before. She just didn’t know how to bring it up. She looked at the clock and it was nearing the 1st bell. She knew she wouldn’t get another chance. She took a deep breath and it all poured out. The teacher couldn’t believe that someone could do that. She was trying not to get emotional, she didn’t want the teacher to see her cry. She told L that it was going to be ok. She would “handle it.” Ugh, L had heard those words before, but atleast she could tell her mom that she did tell the teacher all about it.

Class began and the first lessons of the day went by pretty smoothly. The time was quickly approaching first break. The teacher brought up the subject of going to D.C. L  had forgot about earlier. Her friends were there and everything seemed ok. Before the teacher excused them for break, she told the class, “And there will be no changing of rooms. Who ever you signed up with, you are in that room.” L didn’t hear much after that. Her face felt hot. She knew it was bright red. The teacher, although not the way L thought, did handle it. L was praying that the girl wouldn’t turn around and look at her. She would surely know that she told on her. When the teacher was through talking and no one was pointing fingers, L sighed. And then she smiled.

 

My 1o, soon to be 11 year old already has body issues. It drives me crazy. Today, we were getting ready to run up to the store to return a pair of shorts she had bought 2 days ago. She was getting dressed and had on a nice tank top. All of a sudden she goes back into the closet and comes out with a regular t shirt on. I asked what happened to the tank? She said the arm fat was too much so she changed. “What arm fat?” “That’s skin.”  I tell her.  “It’s hard to explain, I don’t know what to actually call the area but its shows when I wear tank tops,” she said. I tell her that she is so young, that her body will change and is changing and give it some time. I also tell her that no one will pay any attention to whatever she feels that is wrong. She wouldn’t have any thing to do with that and wouldn’t change out of the t shirt.

I bought her a pair of really cute pink shorts a few weeks ago, when everything went on clearance. She had been begging for jean shorts the whole summer, when we found these, they were marked down to 5 dollars, so we got them. They were just what she wanted…now she won’t wear them. The day we went to the zoo, she wore those shorts. She was looking so cute, then she sat in something. Something that I think had to of been chocolate. It was a small spot but noticeable on those bright pink shorts. It was right on the butt cheek, of course. When I told her to let me see if I could get it off, her dad kept making fun and saying she pooped or she sat in poop. So here I am out in broad daylight, with a baby wipe, trying to rub this brown spot off my daughters behind. She got so embarrassed, she kept telling her dad to quit saying those things, (he doesn’t know when to stop sometimes) and yelled at me to leave her alone. Her dad and I decided to go off and look at a few animals so she would get over being embarrassed and when we came back she had on her sweats she had worn earlier over top of them. I scrubbed on them damn shorts for atleast an hour the next day. It still wouldn’t all come out, and now there is a lovely white area surrounding the original dark spot. Would of been cool if there was other bleached spots on the shorts but no. So now, she refuses to wear the shorts. Even around the house, because of it. I tell her over and over that no one will notice, it’s just us. No big deal. Nope, she said those shorts were dead to her. *Rest in peace pink shorts. Rest in peace.*

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The shorts that we were returning were bought to replace the the above mentioned shorts. This pair was also bright pink, but had a skull and cross bones on the front leg. She loved them, but didn’t try them on before buying. When she did try them they were too tight in the legs. These shorts were knit, how can knit be too tight. They had a very tight hem at the bottom. When she sat down to show me, she said now my legs look really fat. I just wanted to scream, OMG your not fat girl. I can tell you straight up about fat, You are not! My hubby told her to wear them and they might stretch out. She wouldn’t do it, so once again, she wanted nothing to do with them after that.

I am definitely not up on the tween styles of today. I was never one to run out and buy whatever style was “in” at the time, when I was her age. One of the styles in is crop tops.  I wore crop tops, but I was 16. My kid loves them…but won’t wear them. Now this I really don’t mind, because I think she is too young to be wearing something that shows too much skin. But her reason is that she says she has a tummy. It’s just a little pooch, nothing to worry about. She is pretty tall for her age. I try to get her to understand it’s only baby fat baby. The taller you get, it will disappear. “When?” she asks. “Well I don’t know, but it will.” I tell her trying to reassure her.  She doesn’t believe me, I can tell. She sees all these girls on disney and nick that have flat tummy’s and she doesn’t understand why she doesn’t have one. I want to help her realize that she is just as pretty as they are. No matter what! Then today we seen a girl in the dollar tree, she looked to be about the same age. She had on a tank underneath a crop top. She had more of a pooch then my girl does. But the way she was wearing the outfit looked pretty good. When we got home, I asked her if she had paid attention to that girl and she said yes, and maybe she would try that next spring. God only knows what will be the “in” style next year. Frankly I am a little bit afraid to find out!

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Here is the sitch. My 10 year old turns 11 next month. She is all excited about officially becoming a tween. She has talked about a couple of things that she would like to have as presents. She found  Minecraft books in Kmart that she said she couldn’t live without, but also said if she didn’t get them for her birthday, she could wait til Christmas. One thing that she doesn’t want to wait for and she talks about Every. Minute. Of. Every. Day. is…the band,  5 Seconds of Summer, coming here to Arizona.  She wants to go soooooo bad. She knows all their names and talks about how cute they are. Don’t you just love it!

I remember being her age and getting the teen beat magazines. Wait, I didn’t start that stuff till I was like 13, when “tween” wasn’t even heard of. You were a teenager when you turned 13, not before. There was no neat, cutesy name for being 11 and 12. You were still a kid, doing kid things, not swooning over boy bands. But I did go to concerts when I was 10. My mom would take me with her to see Conway Twitty, Kenny Rogers, Dolly Parton…all the Country music greats. I am glad I went, but when I reached 13, I didn’t want to go to that kind of concert anymore. I found Rock n Roll! I have to say I was lucky, my mom liked it too. She even changed the radio station in her car to the FM stations. It never went back to AM. Yes, I have had my share of concerts. From Kiss, Robert Plant, Tina Turner, Journey…I saw some great bands.

Now back to my story here about my 10, soon to be 11 year old. I don’t want to take her! There, I said it. I wouldn’t say it to her face though. I am not that brave! I get the fact that she really, really wants to go. As her mother, I should be willing to take her. The concert is being held outside, and the place its at is over 30 minute away. Even though we have lived here a year and a half, I don’t even know my way around that well. I have tried to tell her this. I hate driving and that is just too damn far for my taste. I don’t like being out of my comfort zone. I try to explain to her, that since we only have 1 car, and if something would happen, her daddy wouldn’t be able to get to us. She suggested that he drive us and then drive all the way back to pick us up. That’s not going to work either. For one, he would have to drag Little L around to do this. Two, that’s a lot of driving!

This morning she informed me that we needed at least 150 dollars for the concert. So I am thinking, ok why so much, sure she would want a t-shirt or poster or something, but $150. I asked why and she said it was for the tickets. Two seats in section 201 was $70 whopping bucks apiece. I about spilled my breakfast onto the floor. Now I know I was a kid when I went to concerts, but I know for a fact that no way did my mom spend that much on 2 tickets. No sirree!  That makes another strike against this trip. I would rather spend that kind of money on stuff that she needs, like clothes for the cooler weather.

Apart of me does feel bad for feeling this way. I want my girl to be happy. But as her mother, I just feel like it is definitely something she could live without at this moment in her young life. Well, that’s my dilemma. I know it’s not that big of deal to most, but I don’t want to break her little tween heart. Oh what to do?!