When we first moved to Grass Valley, my daughter Falyn thought that her life was might be utterly ruined. She had no friends, and we live in kind of a rural area, houses around, but not many kids. She spent her summer in solitude–well if you count a dog, 12 chickens, a part time little sister, and her PS3 compatriots as solitude. She was worried that she was going to start high school with a bunch of strangers. But then she was nicknamed in her first period class (“Flapjacks”, if you wanna know). She made friends in each class, and had made a friend at orientation.
Its not been easy for her, but I keep trying to remind her about the positives. That’s not easy either. Everything is so tragic when your a teen. Then yesterday, some unexpected things happened. She had her first practice debate and did well for her first time as a “debater”. Her friend in foods class made her and another friend a bracelet: Faaaaaalcon PUNCH! (http://www.hark.com/clips/jrdfhclmxr-falcon-dot-dot-dot-punch) Which they comically sound off, as its similar to Falyn’s name. Then the most unexpected of all. Falyn was nominated for Freshman Homecoming Queen. WHA?!
I feel proud of her that she is working hard at school as always, and is making friends. And is somehow making an impression on others, even though she’s not feeling that positive about herself. A part of me wants to tell her not to get her hopes up, that someone local might win this. But why would I take the possibility away from her? My fear of her being disappointed could poison her from her excitement, and even trying. Then she wouldn’t win for sure. This time, I think I do the best thing a Mom can do for her daughter. What is that you ask? Shut the hell up and just be happy for her instead, that’s what. As she would say, “You can do it.” (with Asian accent, of course) I believe in her.