Middle school is rough.
I remember 6th grade. It was heartbreaking. My group of friends called me one night to tell me that they wanted to be more popular . . and they couldn’t do that if they were friends with me. That was it. There was one girl who still talked to me. And somebody spread a rumor to the rest of the school that I thought I was perfect. Nobody wants to be friends with someone like that . . someone like who they thought I was. I cried a lot.
I had a wonderful mother that I could talk to when I came home. She tried to explain to me why people acted the way that they did. That made it better. But I was still uncomfortable trying to talk to people.
7th grade was about the same. A new girl came to our school in 7th grade and she was friends with me. 8th grade was about the same as well.
Yep, middle school was rough.
I hoped middle school had changed. But my kiddos are finding that middle school is still the same as it was for me . . . fortunately their’s hasn’t been quite as isolating, mostly because they are stronger than I was then. But it still isn’t fun.
Tonight I am thankful that my kids come and talk to me. Hopefully I can make it a little better while they wade thru this season of life. It gets better. Life does get better. I promise.