“How many kilometres until school?” Seriously, I dunno kid.
“How many degrees will it be today?” Really? How would I know?
“Why don’t I have any friends?”
“…Why do I never get invited to any parties?”
My heart sinks. Actually, it breaks.
All those friends we made in kinder, all those “favours” I did for other mums, it all essentially amounts to nothing. All those cakes I’ve baked, flowers sent, play dates organised, soup left on the doorstep, school pickups covered.
A year ago I insisted that he invite his bully to his birthday party so he wouldn't feel excluded. We have striven to teach him to be inclusive - but at what cost? Where did I go wrong?
My kid is amazing. He's funny and smart and interesting. His smile lights up a room and his laugh is irresistible. He's a tricky kid. An amazing combo of brains and heart who struggles a little to keep up with his peers physically.
Not long ago he started to tell me he's uncool. That he's weird. His smile disappeared and he retreated to the sanctuary of his bedroom.
How is it that the same kid who is asking what we can do to make the new kids at school feel more welcome, is also asking me why he has to hide in the library at lunchtime?