They didn't tell me I would have to go through middle school again. I sure would have liked to be prepared for it. I didn't know that I would have to deal with the mean girls, fitting in and the break-ups. I think it sucks worse now than it did for me then. Maybe because time heals wounds, I don't remember it as I vividly as when I went through it myself. Maybe because it is my precious little girl and I can't fix it. A popsicle won't do. I can't paint her nails and watch the hurt disappear. I can only hold her while she cries. Tell her I understand. Knowing that nothing I say will make it better. My heart is breaking with hers. For hers.
Middle School SUCKS.