Hannah came into the bedroom this morning with her tartan satin dress, black velvet shrug and snow boots on. She was ready for school. We sang again on the way to school. Arriving at work I realized that the my daughter the preschooler has nothing on my colleagues when it comes being childish. It makes me think of the playground law. We all grew up in a world of cliques and groups, being either in or out. My colleague was hurt by an exclusion from a dinner and it made me think of my daughter, and the hurts of childhood and exclusion.
Apparently some things never change.
2 comments:
Your post made me think...your influence, insight and confidence in that regard, (at least I'm hoping it's all those things rather than a generic "distain" for all things OC) is helping me get a better handle on that - I recall days, (not so long ago) when a row of cars parked on the street, (enough to indicate a small gathering or party) brought about a similar sense of hurt in me...
And I had two seemingly diametrically opposed thoughts:
1) Thank you for showing me that it's only important to be popular with people you care about and
2) I'm eagerly anticipating the "Canadian friendliness" that made me think that way in the first place, you know, when we're back in Canada...
I appreciate your thoughtfulness on this one. I don't think I shared with you the story around it (trying to not talk about work) but it spurred my request for the URL of www.theplaygroundlaw.com
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