I just wanted you all to know that I checked with Darcy’s dad Tim before posting this. Darcy wanted to post it in case it could help someone else in a similar situation – to help their self-esteem and to help get over a heartache. – Susie
I have a little cousin named Olivia. She is seven years old, and she’s the smartest person I know.
I was once over at her house and of course she has to show me her room. I walk in and there is a ton of stuff animals on her bed, you almost could see the bed. Hehe. I said, “hey girl, how do you sleep? You got so many teddy bears there’s no room for you.” You know what she said? “But Darcy, you gotta have Teddem bears. They make all the sad stuff go away.”
Wow. Now is that smart or what? Why is it you ask?
I sort of started liking this boy a lot. Okay, a whole lot. But he hardly noticed me at all. And I tried everything. I followed he and his friends around, I sat close to them at lunch, I talked to different people to see what he liked, and then started liking some of the stuff he did. I’d wave and say hi to him in the hallways, and all I’d get was a tiny, yeah hi. Or whatever.
I finally was about to give up and stuff, but then I was like nope I am going to ask him out. I mean I go to some cool places, the hobby shop, movies, bookstores, all kinds of places. So I did it, I actually went up one day at school and say hey would you like to hang out or something? I was so scared.
He laughed at me. LAUGHED. He said I was weird because I like reading comic books, and reading so much, and because I try to play basketball when I am way too short too. And he made fun of how I sound talking. Said I sound like Minney Mouse. Everyone in the whole hall laughed. I cried and went into the bathroom. I didn’t want to see or talk to anybody. I even called dad and Jenny asking if I could just come home. Of course I couldn’t.
So all Friday and Friday night I was crying over some stupid boy. When I got up Saturday, I didn’t want to do anything. So dad and Jenny sat me down and we talked a long time. And it helped some, then Olivia’s mom called and before dad hung up he said she wanted to say something to me. Olivia said, “darcy? Did you forget?” So I said, “forget what?”
“Your teddembears, you’re sad so go get under them and it will be better.”
I was thinking, yeah sure. But I told okay I will. After dad hung up, he said, you know? I really think that’s a brilliant idea. Take a hour or two, go in and lay on your bed and think about a few things. Then come back down, and call Ashley. It’s the weekend and you need to spend it with your best friend. I sure didn’t feel like doing anything at all, but when dad says something like that, you don’t say no. So Jenny took me up and explained a few things to me. Like how I am 13, and even though I am hurting a lot now; things will be better. And how I am a very beautiful and smart person, and if someone can’t see that, then they aren’t worth knowing. Dad said kinda the same thing to me. So I went up and did like Olivia said, I surrounded myself with all my stuff animals, and thought about a lot of things. And you know what? After a few hours I did feel better. And I learned a lot of things too.
I am sharing this with you guys because dad and Jenny said that there are people who might read this with kids my age who maybe are going though or will go though the same thing. And I won’t lie, it really does hurt inside when it happens. And there’s no way that this won’t happen to me again. But here is what I learned and what I think might help other people.
I am cool.
No really I am. I get good grades, I love to read and write. I know way cool people, and people care about me a lot.
I mean something to people and myself.
I have helped people, I have changed peoples lives, and I make a difference to people. One of my best friends almost got into a VERY bad situation, and got into the wrong group of people. She needed something to take care of and to occupy her free time. And she needed something to take care of. Now some of you guys remember I got a new puppy last year that I LOVED. But I gave her up, and gave her away to my friend. She needed her more than I did. Now my friend is making good grades, she’s taken good care of the puppy and she wants to become a vet. All because of me and what I did. I sorta gave her a purpose I guess. And that’s just so cool.
I am lucky.
You know? I could be in a orphanage still. Or living with some people who wouldn’t love me the way dad and Jenny do. And the way the guys from farpoint care about me. Dad spent close to three years before he got the chance to adopt me, he loves me that much. And jenny? She’s like a big sister and a mom all rolled into one. I will only have one mom, and she’s gone now. But I have my Jenny and she’s pretty special.
I know Uncle Mike, Aunt Lori, Brian, Mary, Summer, Lizzy, Eliza, Gary, Mr. Stackpole, all the guys from the forums, Susie and her kids, and Dub. And all these people want to know about me, what I write and about my life.
And then there’s Ashley. Wow. I have known Ash since I was eight, she was the very first person I met when I moved in with dad. I remember riding my bike to the park and there she was. She was seven then, and the very first thing she said to me was; “hi, want to be my best friend?” She’s funny, she’s smart, and she’s the greatest friend ever.
So you see? I got all this going for me, and I am a cool person to get to know. So here is what I learned.
Why should I cry over someone that doesn’t want to get to know me? And why should I change who I am just to get someone to like me? What if I do and they still don’t, or even worst, what if I find out I don’t like the person that I changed myself into?
I am just fine the way I am. If a boy can’t see that, well so long, goodbye, and send in the next guy. You fail, and your lost.
So if there is a girl or boy out there reading my blog or whatever and you got your heart broke too. Well do like me:
Cry a bit, think about what I said, and don’t forget about those “Teddembears”. They really work good.
Darcy
I agree, Darcy – you are special and wonderful just the way you are. You go girl! – Susie
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