Angela LOVES sporting events. She loves cheering on the home team, and she loves the energy. But mostly, she likes the food. LOL When we bought our tickets she was a little miffed that there were no hot dogs coming out of the ticket window and complained, "What? No food???" Of course, we had to walk past all the food to get to the bleachers. Poor kid. She is so deprived.
So Angela, Dean and I enjoyed the game, and the spirit that comes with school sporting events.
However, I have to admit I was distracted, and having a hard time.
While Angela and Dean were watching the game, I was watching all of Angela's classmates run around without their parents. The girls trying to figure out how to flirt with the boys. The boys totally oblivious. The giggling and whispering, and squeals if "There he is!" as one group went chasing after another. I loved their clothes, and their hair. Their tiny jeans, that I bet didn't need $30 worth of alterations for them to fit. Angela needs the zippers removed and replaced with velcro, and about 12-14 inches off the length.
All the while, Angela sat between us.
Several of her friends said hello, but nobody invited her to come hang out with them. The mother of one of her friends was sitting near us, along with a much younger sibling. Her friend came and got her little sister and brought her to the concession stand. A few minutes later they came back and the little sister was handed over to her mom, while the classmate took off with her friends again. Later, on the way home, Angela said, "Maybe next time S will take me to get a snack?"
Oh man....my heart ached with her.
Our district is HUGE, with 15 elementary schools, 5 middle schools, and 3 or 4 high schools. There were thousands of people at last night's game, and there's no way I would have been able to let Angela go on her own, but I know that in the company of friends she would have been fine.
So, after I had my pity-party cry, I decided Angela needs to start going to all the home games that she can. There aren't quite so many people at those, and I could start to give her a little more freedom. And, if we always sit in the same area, she'd learn very quickly how to find her way back. Once she's comfortable, (and I'm comfortable!) and her friends see her in a different environment other than school, maybe some more social stuff will start happening for her.
Ok, pity party OVER! Time to move on!