Grow Up!

While I don't want to rush my girls to grow up too fast, I am really looking forward to an end to girl drama.  I want them to find (AND BE) friends that just love you and enjoy your company.  Stop competing and start encouraging.  Stop being jealous and start celebrating.  Stop snubbing each other and start speaking to each other.  Stop being fake friends and start being real.  If someone hurts your feelings, tell them.  If you hurt someone, apologize.  People are flawed and friendship is not always easy but its worth it.  One day something awful will happen in your life and you will need a friend.  You will need someone to answer the phone when you call and drop everything they are doing to be by your side.  Be that friend and seek out that kind of person to be your friend.  Don't be hateful to those that create drama, but don't engage with her.  You have no idea why she needs that attention and its not your place to judge.  At various times,  my girls have been on both sides of the spectrum.  I've had moms call me to report my girl causing drama, and I've seen my girls sad because they were the topic of the latest gossip.  It's sad to me that the phase of life that allows you to spend hours and hours with friends, is also the phase of life when girls fill that time with drama.  When you grow up and you have a family, a job, responsibilities, you will yearn for those hours with friends.  And when you finally carve away a few hours to spend with your BFF, I promise you won't waste it with gossip and drama.  So please don't grow up too fast, but maybe mature a little quicker.


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