Christmas school holidays have started for my daughter and my youngest son. The weather is heating up as summer’s gears are beginning to turn over.
My daughter has Instagram. It’s been fun for her to keep in contact with friends and others she knows, particularly while her attendance at school has been on a very modified timetable. It helps her to keep some sort of connection with those in her school life.
However, one of social media’s negative side reared its head when yesterday she came across some photos posted by the girls she considers to be her group at school. It was a particularly hot day and there they all were at one of the girl’s houses, swimming in the pool and looking to be having fun. “Why wasn’t I invited? These are all my friends, they are all there, except me, again”, (Last week she saw photos of them at one of the girl’s birthday parties).
My eldest son came home from school yesterday (he’s got a few more days of school left), with green permanent marker in several dashes on his t-shirt and one on the back of his neck. All he will tell me is that some boys did it for fun. I can’t get any more from him. I don’t know if it was just silly mucking around or a testing of boundaries, seeing how far they can go in antagonising him.
Little things, but I feel them gnawing at me, knowing those ‘little things’ are chipping at their confidence. Making them feel less accepted and not part of the ‘group’. Causing hurt.