A Mommy's Broken Heart

I have learned a lot in my almost three years of motherhood. I have learned that you can survive on a lot less sleep than you ever thought possible, the sound of a screaming baby (and I mean SCREAMING) may be the worst sound ever, there is never enough time in a day to get things done, and that changing a diaper while basically asleep is a piece of cake.

I am learning more and more each day and yesterday I learned that when your baby girl is sad, your heart breaks even more than hers.

I picked Jordyn up from preschool and when we were walking to the car she told me that she cried for me to come pick her up. I found this very odd considering in the two and half years she went to daycare she never cried when I left, and so far we have been tear free with preschool.

I assured her that "Mommy always comes back." and that she need not be upset. She said "ok" and we moved on to the next topic.

Well, last night while I was working out I guess John asked her how her day went at preschool and he received the entire story as to why she was crying for Mommy to come get her.

It turns out that she was being picked on by some of the girls at preschool. She told John they didn't want to play with her and in her words, "They didn't want to be my best friend."

No joking, when John me this, I about cried.

My daughter is by no means perfect. Trust me, I know this. However, she doesn't have a mean bone in her body. Bratty at times? Yes. A little stubborn? YES!!!! But mean? Never.

I just can imagine how sad she must have been. She is so sensitive sometimes and John and I really have to watch how we discipline her. She will just feel extremely bad for something and keep saying, "I am sorry" rather than listening to what it is she actually did wrong.

Last night while her and I were lying in her bed saying prayers she said her usual prayer and then proceeded with the following, "I pray for my friends at preschool, Gianna and Lucy. But not Katie because she is mean." I about died. I tried so hard not to laugh and then told her we can't say that while praying (however, inside I was so proud!).

I know girls are harsh but I am so not ready for this. I would NEVER, EVER want my little one to be the bully but having her on the receiving end is more than this mama's heart can take.

I wish I thought it would get easier but I am smarter than that. I know it will get harder.

I just have to be there for her, hold her tight and wipe her tears when she cries.

And people better watch out! No one messes with Jordyn's mama. :)