Yesterday at the park, your eye caught on a big boy that was about 8 that was playing on the playground. It struck you particularly emphatically that he was COOL! You laughed while you watched him playing ball and determined that it would be perfectly natural and acceptable for you to join him and become best friends.
Oh, god. I was SO worried that he would look at you as if you had two heads and say something mean or rude and hurt your feelings, but we were lucky. He was a nice boy that had a sister the same age as you so he was nice enough to play chase and let you bounce his ball and even climbed on the small playground equipment with you.
Boy, you really aren't scared of anything! I'm more intimidated by older youths than you are just because I'm afraid that we might encounter a young bully who could hurt you or - worse yet - your feelings - and I don't want you to learn behavior that is hurtful. You've already picked up this hitting thing from your daycare that we are working with you on and I don't want you to pick up any other behaviors from the older kids that you want to emulate so much.
I know it's inevitable, but still.....
Worry, worry, worry.
frett, frett, frett.
stew, stew, stew.
You'd think I'd get it out of my system one of these days, wouldn't you? :)