A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove...but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child. --Forest E. Witcraft

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Feeling Helpless

Sweets called tonight.  First, she was happy to talk with me and saying how much she missed me.  Then she was upset because she didn't want to wait until Friday to see me, and she is worried her dad will change his mind about letting her come to my house on Friday.  Finally, she started whining about being sad that I couldn't attend her assembly at school tomorrow afternoon, because her 4th grade class is singing a song that she really wants me to hear.  The phone call deteriorated from there with pleadings to come live with me.

Originally (last week) she thought her assembly was this Friday afternoon, so I told her to tell me what time and I would come early when picking her up after school.  I don't have to work on Friday.  She was excited; I was excited.  Then Monday she found out the assembly was Thursday.  I have to work, and besides that, 40 miles across town for an assembly to hear one song, well...

But boy, was it hard to feel her frustration and know that she is hurting and not be able to help her feel better.  I really wanted to skip tomorrow afternoon at work and just drive over, but it's just not realistic.  I was finally able to calm her down and talk her into going to bed (keep in mind this occurred after 9pm on a school night and her dad was outside with friends).

Aarrgh!  Yes, I'm feeling a little helpless at the moment.


  1. So sad. She is so lucky to have you in her life. Wish it was full-time..forever.

  2. Poor thing! Sounds like dad isn't making much of an effort to focus on her. Glad she gets attention on the weekends.