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Apr. 26th, 2014 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckIt was quite cold at the soccer game. The wind was nasty. I'm very glad I wore my winter coat. Cordelia didn't seem to mind. She wore pants instead of shorts and a long sleeved shirt under her team t-shirt. Cordelia's team lost by two goals, but they played well. The team they played against has generally been pretty tough in seasons past, so they did pretty well.
During the game, I sat next to two mothers I know. They mostly talked to each other.
Cordelia has spent the last forty minutes in tears. Her friends down the street invited her over today, any time this afternoon, but she's terrified to go over there or to call to find out if she's still welcome. She wants me to call for her, but I've told her that that's her responsibility. I did offer to walk over there with her. She rejected that. Scott offered, too. I don't know what to do. Making that call for her just encourages her to keep avoiding what she's afraid of, but she's collapsing under the pressure. I don't know how to decrease the pressure.
I've suggested that we need to go back to the social worker again, but Cordelia is adamant that she doesn't want to go. I may have to insist. I mean she can't even walk down the block and knock on the door or pick up the phone and make a call.
During the game, I sat next to two mothers I know. They mostly talked to each other.
Cordelia has spent the last forty minutes in tears. Her friends down the street invited her over today, any time this afternoon, but she's terrified to go over there or to call to find out if she's still welcome. She wants me to call for her, but I've told her that that's her responsibility. I did offer to walk over there with her. She rejected that. Scott offered, too. I don't know what to do. Making that call for her just encourages her to keep avoiding what she's afraid of, but she's collapsing under the pressure. I don't know how to decrease the pressure.
I've suggested that we need to go back to the social worker again, but Cordelia is adamant that she doesn't want to go. I may have to insist. I mean she can't even walk down the block and knock on the door or pick up the phone and make a call.
