Worry Wart

I'm a self proclaimed worry wart. I worry about a lot of things a lot of the time. I come by my worrying naturally, just ask my mother. Can I share one of my latest worries with you? I know its only our first week, but my poor daughter looks so forlorn on the school playground. We arrive to school with enough time for her to play, but she just stares at the people around her. She tried to play with a friend from soccer, but the friend has her own agenda and doesn't really need someone to tag along with her. So there my baby stands, alone, gazing at the dozens of children joyfully relishing their last few moments before the bell sounds. I stand back and give her a chance to figure it out, but, gosh, my heart is breaking! I want to shout to all those other kids that they'd be lucky to have a friend as nice as Lainey and that she is the best at make believe and she (almost never) cheats in games and she knows great jokes! But I hold back because going to school is a lot about finding independence, right? It's the first week. I gotta stop worrying and give her time. But a fashion maven such as this

must have a pretty spectacular personality, right? Flowered shirt, heart shorts and striped socks. . . If only I had such self assurance!