By BERN MORLEY.
Just over a year ago, my husband and I moved our three children 2,000kms away from the only place they’d ever known. Just for an added degree of difficulty we moved just as my 12 year old daughter was about to start her very first year of High School.
Now, as we all know, starting High School is hard even if you have the bonus of knowing half of your class. High School is basically a real life Mean Girls, so imagine how anxious I was knowing that my daughter was about to walk into that big bad world not knowing a single soul.
Luckily when we moved down to Melbourne, we moved into a large complex that had a pool and various other communal sporting facilities. One afternoon, we were sitting around the pool and I overheard one of the girls telling her friend that she was starting the same High School as Maddie.
So of course I took it upon myself to try and you know, make a friend for my daughter. Just like that. Not surprisingly this didn’t work out too well. Apart from the mortified look that was on Maddie’s face, the girl in the pool almost recoiled in horror at the “old” lady trying to set her up on a teenage play date. I quickly found that I had read the playbook ALL WRONG.
The boys were a different matter. Jack was starting Prep and was as fresh and as green as the next kid. Making friends is and never will be an issue for Jack. Keeping the good ones however, will be. He’s no wall flower is Jack and is known by most every child in his school. Not for all the right reasons I hasten to add.