Well, no surprise. I have my ups and downs and the last two weeks have been really, really low.
We moved to a new development in October and ever since then, I feel like this horrible mom. Two out of three of my kids hate the fact that we had to move despite that the new neighborhood is better and there are more kids to play with that are a million times nicer.
One of the issues is there are literally no girls my daughter’s age. The neighborhood is filled with boys- which is great for my sons.
And even though the neighborhood is filled with these great kids, two of my kids crave to go back to the old neighborhood, especially my daughter. Her best friend lives there and when we moved she started off seeing the other little girl a few times a month but now it seems like it doesn’t happen as much. My other son still gets invited over to the old neighborhood pretty regularly and then that leaves my daughter out.
I just can’t take the questions and the ‘reprimands,’ if you can call it that, from her. She is constantly upset that we moved and my heart breaks for her that she doesn’t have one girl to play with. She is always saying how she wished we never moved and how she just wishes that there was another little girl who wanted to play Barbies with her.
And in writing all this, I just have to say that it kills me and makes me question my decisions. I know if I don’t let my emotions get the best of me that our move was better for our family- bigger house for them to grow up in, nicer neighborhood, better people, nicer kids and no bullying like the other place. But then there is just the comments that break my heart, the, ‘I wish I had friends,’ ‘I wish that I could play with someone,’ ‘I just want a friend to play Barbies with.’ My heart literally breaks for her. When I tell her I’ll be her friend she tells me that I’m her best friend but she wants someone her age as well.
Either way, I am broken. The new house doesn’t have all the same things that the old house did. They are missing toys and friends and I just don’t know what to do.
I feel like I suck as a parent. I am just hitting the bottom of the barrel and I am hitting hard. I want to be the mom that they can depend on and one that is going to make the best decisions for them but most of the times, kids don’t see the best in the situation. And unfortunately I don’t have enough therapeutic skills not to blame myself.
Until next time,
Do any little girls want to be our neighbor? Liking Barbies is the only requirement.