My Little Girl

I am sure that every mother has at least a dozen special moments with their children that they will never forget. You know the ones, etched in your heart and mind.

I remember my daughters first Father Daughters Dance in 5th grade. Boy she was so excited and scared I can still see her face and feel the emotions that she displayed. Oneday she came up to me with a look of worry on her face and asked me if I would show her how to slow dance. My daughter was so worried that she would not dance well enough for her dad. I was so excited and touched that I enthusiastically said yes. I went to the cd collection and choose a Randy Travis cd. I can remember standing in the kitchen with my little girl in my arms and dancing with her to this cd. I will never forget holding her and the overwhelming feeling of love. I was so proud of her for wanting to learn to dance. We practiced everyday up to the night of the dance. I know she felt proud of herself. I will never forget the special times we shared in our kitchen dancing to Randy Travis.

I enjoyed the whole preparation for this Father Daughters Dance. We went to the mall to pick a special dress out with a beauiful pair of pearl earrings and a matching pearl necklace. The night of the dance we did her hair special and prepared for her special day with her dad. My daughters father rented a tux and they made it like a date. They went out to dinner first and than to the dance. My husband had the teachers at the dance take photos of them dancing and I will treasure those pictures.

Each time I look at the photos from the Father Daughter Dance it takes me back to a time when my daughter was My Little Girl. I look into her eyes and I see innocence. When my days are rough I look at the photos and think of happier times. I love My Little Girl so much that my heart is hurting. I can see the change in her eyes and we no longer share special moments. I can see through the bad girl act and what keeps me going is I know My Little Girl is there somewhere.

I pray eachnight that I will see that girl again. My daughter has made some unwise decisions and I am worried for her. I feel at times that I am in a stage of grief. My feelings are as if I am grieving. I guess in away I am. I hope my daughter will see that she doesn't need to do drugs or alchol to fit in. The drugs and alcohol are pushing her true friends away. Please pray for my family and any advice is welcomed.

Mean Girls

Ever see the movie Mean Girls? If you have you know its straight from the classroom, if you haven't you must go rent it. If you have a preteen or teenage daughter watch this and you will see what they have to go through everyday. This is a sad reality and I hope for most girls this isn't their reality. Girls can be cruel. This is a fact. You have several different groups in school and always the perfect (In their eyes) group is always in charge. I would hate to be a teenager today. If you aren't in with the popular crowd than your life could be pretty miserable in school. Teens don't realize that the trauma that they put some kids through can really effect their adulthood. Everyone starts to try to find themselves at this age and desperately seek peer approval. Sad to say but some teens have died trying to gain the approval of their peers. If this mean girl group could be one of the less fortunate for one day they would truly change how they treat others.

When the unpopular kids can't fit in sometimes they resort to finding any group that will accept them. These kids will change to conform as a last ditch effort to belong. I have had the unfortunate experience as seeing this for myself. Straight A students become D students, happy kids become depressed kids, christians turn the other way, drugs, alcohol and sex become the most important thing so that they may fit in. Some of these kids don't really like who they are but they don't want to go back to being alone, some enjoy being able to mask their pain with these 3 evils. These poor kids are caught in a twister and some won't make it out alive.

How can we help these kids? They think that as parents we don't know what we are talking about. We want to ruin their fun, we are jealous because they have friends and are fitting in, we are to straight edge and just don't understand. I have tried to talk to my daughter and share my experiences with her but all I seem to get is the famous "eye roll". I try to get her to engage in activities with kids like herself but she turns into a member of the Mean Girl club.

Tell me please what are we suppose to do? My heart is breaking and I am scared for my daughters life. I see her spiraling out of control. Please comment with any helpful advice.

God Bless