poor dd is not one to breeze through life. she has one friend from primary in her class (well, technically two but that's a whole other story) and finds making new friends really hard. she's shy and intensely self-conscious - so many things that adults (and many children) think are entirely normal (like saying "please can I sit here") are excruciating for her.
so her and her friend have clung together and, I don't think they've made many new friends. 8.20 this morning her friend's mum calls me to tell me the friend is ill and won't be at school today. dd is not an easy crier but there were tears - not manipulative-making-a-fuss tears. these were tears she was really trying to fight. she begged me not to make her go. poor poor thing. I made her go, of course, armed with tips about how to handle lunchtime, and promises of cake, but it was awful. I know I did the right thing but feel in need of other stories and a chat.