My daughter is freakin' awesome.
I just wanted to say that out loud for everyone to hear.
Last week, I mentioned the mean-girl issue we are having.
It hasn't gone away, but the cheer coaches have addressed the issue of hazing and harrassment through Facebook and Formspring in a generic manner, telling the girls in no uncertain terms that this kind of behavior will lead to suspension from the team.
Funny thing, after that, the mean girl in question made an overture of "peace." Not reconciliation, but an expression of an attempt at civility -- at least in public.
Roo accepted that.
On the surface.
But the relationship between these two girls has been irreparably broken. Both Roo and I know that this has not been resolved but has merely been hidden away from more public view.
Roo no longer posts to certain social media. I watch her friends' pages regularly for things that I need to know -- and things that need to be reported. She tells me if she has had anonymous postings of the nasty kind.
She and I are a united front against bullying and harassment.
But here is where we differ.
I know that if this were me -- if I were the one in Roo's shoes -- I would be whimpering in a corner in the fetal position.
Not my kid.
She gets up and goes to summer school and cheer practice every day with her head held high.
"I just ignore them," she told me the other day. "What else am I going to do?"
You go, girl. You be yourself -- the awesome, amazing, adorable, fan-freaking-tastic Roo-girl.
Meanwhile, the raging Mama Bear within me stays on guard -- and is gratified by the one piece of the karma wheel that I can control:
You do NOT want to mess with the daughter of the official cheer team photographer.
Hey, I said SHE was awesome. I didn't say I was.
Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms