Cash is seriously the nicest kid when it comes to making friends. Which is all the more reason I hate it when other children treat him badly. We were at the big toy (at our apartments) earlier and this kid and his older sister came to play(she was maybe 14 and the boy 6-7).

From the moment they got there Cash was asking, “Hey friend! Do you want to play with me???”.

He asked several times with NO response so I tried to get Cash to quit asking and continue on playing on his own. Cash doesnt give up that easy though. He saw the kid had brought a ball to the park so he’s like,

“Hey friend, you wanna play ball with me??”, no answer…..”friend, do you wanna let me play with your ball and you play with me??”, no answer.

So I say, “you know what Cash, its not nice when people ignore you so why dont we go find something else to do?”. Cash, “but why doesnt he want to talk to me?” :(

So then the kid gets off the swing, goes and gets his ball. So Cash, thinking the kid finally wants to play, starts to follow him. Supper happy by the way.

Next thing I hear the kid say is, “Quit following me.”

And thats when Momma Lion comes out. “You know what?”, in my stern voice, “Cash come on” I say,” lets go, he’s not being nice and we can go somewhere else and have fun”.

I could tell the kid’s butt puckered up a bit not knowing if I was going to say something directly to him. Good.

Im just really sensitive to that kind of behavior. I spent many a day as a child feeling alone, left out, not wanted by my peers. But I have to make sure I dont let my own scars and emotions take over his childhood. I dont want to hold him back because of my own anxiety in social settings. I wish it was a perfect world where I could protect him from his feelers being bent, and that every kid that came around wanted to play with him as much as he wants to play with them…. but its not a perfect world.