Anything But Gray

I picked Jaime up from school this afternoon and she tells me how she is in a club now.
I ask her what kind of club.
She starts naming off some kids from her class (about 10 or so…) and then tells me they are just a club.
I ask her if this "club" is going to meet again.
She says yes, every recess they are going to meet by the blue toy in the playground.

Oh, that's just wonderful, I think…they are forming packs now.

I'm curious to see how this "club" works out. All of the kids she named she is friendly with and gets along well with, so it should be okay….but in my mind, this is where the hurt feelings start. One day one kid isn't going to be allowed in the club or someone will want someone new in the club…just on and on.
Totally typical kid stuff and it's a part of growing up and it's good for Jaime, obviously. She needs to experience all these normal childhood things.

But there's a small part of me that wants to put a force field around her heart…