From a Category 5 Hurricane Little GV storm. Nothin’ like the wrath of a 12-year-old.
She fucked up today. Big. She got roped into participating in something shitty toward another kid. She did it so this other kid would be her friend. She realized what she did and tried to put a stop to it, but it was too late and she hurt her friend. The day camp provided appropriate consequences (in-camp suspension) and handled it well. She apologized to her friend and her friend was understanding.
I’ve been trying to figure out what her consequences would be. It had to be something fairly big to get the point across, but not over the top. She asked about a sleepover she had planned at a friend’s tomorrow that I’d forgotten about and I told her she can’t go. She flipped her shit. Apparently, it’s the only time she and her friend will be able to see each other before school starts and they haven’t seen each other much at all so far. Not my problem at this point (though she will make it my problem).
Fuck. I forgot how intense everything is at that age and had no idea what it feels like to bear the brunt of it. I really feel like I’ve been through a storm. Not sure if it’s done, either.
Keep your fingers crossed that I can stay the course with this one.