Our poor Big Kid fell in love again on Monday. He started art camp and met Miranda. The name Miranda has been written, sung and said about 2 zillion times around our house since then.
When I picked him up Monday, I noticed he went out of his way to get her attention and tell her goodbye and that it was nice to meet her.
By the time I picked him up on Tuesday, he was making clay sculptures of her (no, I am not kidding), holding hands with her and telling me all about how pretty she is. I asked, "What about Ahsiya?" and he said, "I have 2 girlfriends now." Well, okay then. When I asked who had initiated the hand-holding, he said he did because he liked her so much. When it was time to leave, he ran up to her and held his arms out. She shrank back and awkwardly put her hands in the "STOP" position as he squeezed her in a tight goodbye hug.
He waited all day today until 1:00 p.m. so he could see her. He asked if we could get there first so he could choose his seat first and I told him we'd get there when we got there. We walked in and I saw him size up the situation; Miranda was surrounded.
He walked up to this little girl that really bugs him for some reason and told her she was in his seat. One of the teen helpers told him they switch seats every day, and to sit elsewhere. He gave one last desperate look around before sitting in the middle of the table--boys on one end, girls on the other, with Big Kid in the middle, struggling hard not to cry.
It killed me.
I noticed a seat at the end of the table and walked back over to suggest it to him and Miranda herself put her hands over it and said it was saved for her friend Rebecca. Big Kid's lower lip trembled and his eyes got all glossy. I cheerfully suggested that he sit with the boys that day and make new friends! He had mentioned a boy named Alexander so I sought him out, and although at 7 or 8 he didn't look like he wanted to be BFF with little Big Kid, I told Big Kid to sit next to him and re-introduced everyone on the boys side.
I think my guy was shunned. You know how we always do that to the nice guys that are tripping over themselves to please us. We're evil.
I'm curious to know what state he'll be in by the time I pick him up. I hope she goes easy on him.