Sylvia and I were on our way back home from her dance class when her phone rang. It doesn't ring that often. It mostly buzzes with texts.
It was one of the friends that she's had a lot of trouble with this year. I couldn't hear what her friend was saying, but I heard loud and clear what my daughter was saying after the friend spoke for a while.
First, Sylvia told this friend that she's too cool to not be with friends with, "but there are a few things you need to work on." They spoke for a while about their plans for tomorrow and then Sylvia asked her friend if she was ready to hear what she needed to work on. She prefaced it with, "I can't speak for what's going on with [another friend], you'll have to talk to her about that, but here's what I would like for you to work on."
"So the first thing is, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't call me "it" anymore." Her friend said something, then Sylvia said, "okay, I know. I'd just really like it if you didn't do that anymore."
"Also, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't yell at me anymore because it really hurts my feelings. And the next thing is, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't yell at Riley. I know, she can be annoying, but sometimes I want her there, and it really hurts her feelings when you do that so I'd really appreciate it if you didn't. So yeah, if you could work on those things, I'd really appreciate it."
Okay, so granted, I can't take all the credit here. Clearly, her years of therapy also come into play. (And my years of therapy, too, I'd imagine.) But, OMG, to hear her say that? To speak her feelings so articulately, so thoughtfully.
Good thing we were home, because I don't think I could have driven anymore through the tears of love welling up in my eyes.