Let me Clara-fy

Every mother knows that the only perspective that really matters is that of her beautiful child. We all know that the gossip coming out of our perfect cherub's mouth is accurate and true in every right. It is with this delusional knowledge that I have to tell you about the evil Princess Clara and her band of cronies who make my precious breath of perfection cry.

Evidently the new conspiracy theory club who solve such mysteries involving triangle people, telekinesis, mind readers and secret fairy activity amongst the mortal class was in fact started by Clara, but really there was a sister club started at Natalia's school, by Natalia at Silver Sage last year. Please try and stay with me. The world and your life may depend on this some day. Now that Natalia is at Christine Donnell, a new club was started with new members and the fight for good and truth is ongoing. Thank goodness Natalia believes in Jeremy and I enough to let us know about all this. Usually she thinks we are too dumb to keep up.

The problem is with Clara. She seems to have some mean girl tendencies which have reared their ugly head more than once. Now, I can totally sympathize with Natalia, because just like her, I want EVERYONE to like me and all get along. I don't care if you are a mean girl or not. I just want you to change your ways, like me and have some sort of "Full House" awakening moment to see the err of your ways. Yeah, that never happens, but I am a dreamer sort just like Natalia. My job is to try and teach her better, even if I can't always do better. What brought Natalia to tears yesterday was Clara telling Natalia that she and her BFF Kayla should not be friends. Now, why Natalia would get upset about this is beyond me because this is such a dumb suggestion. That's right. I said the "d" word, and I'll say it again. Dumb. Evidently it ruined Natalia's day and I blame it on boobies - as in Natalia is starting to get little booby nubs that I am so proud of because that is what moms get proud of. Loosing teeth, pooping, wiping their own butt, not eating their boogers and little boobies. We love that, but we hate that because she is very bipolar right now and probably for the next ten years. Yikes. At least she isn't boy crazy yet. 

Okay, so what do we do about the Evil Clara. First of all - Clara is probably just as normal as Natalia and may even have booby nubs too. Who knows. Her mom may be blogging about the Evil Bossy Natalia who made the sweet Clara cry, but I doubt it. I'm just trying to be judicial, but I ain't no Saint. First of all, I listened. That's right! Go back a few blogs and check that stuff out! See, learning from my own fabulousness! Next, I waited to figure out what a normal person should say, not a mean mama bear. This was my answer in two minutes (that is all I have for her attention span) from my months of therapy:

"Baby, are you ever going to change how Clara thinks?" 

"No." (proud mama fanning her face all beauty queen style for my smart girl)

"So here is my advice: You need to figure out how to not let Clara bother you because you will never change her. You just need to accept her the way she is. She doesn't get to pick your friends and she will never stop being who she is. You can't tell her that she is wrong. You can stop being around her, but you will probably lose a lot of friends around you that way. It's like me and my mom. My mom never changed, I had to change and she gets to stay who she is. Now we can talk and be happy because I just accept her the way she is and I don't expect her to be perfect. The best thing you can do is be a good example and stick up for those weaker than you."

"Well how do I do that?"

"That is for you to figure out inside your heart."

"That's hard. I love you mom. I'm hungry. Can I have some popcorn?"

See? Pretty nice. You know when you get to the food you have moved on from the problem and are back on track. She even turned the corner enough to make dinner for Jeremy and I for the first time EVER last night. It was awesome and no one called dinner "slop" that night.