Whoever Said “Thank Heaven For Little Girls” Never Tried Being Friends With One
I’m in love. After yesterday’s date, I’m absolutely smitten. I think she had me at “hello.” All bubbly and excited to be hanging out. And when she took Sabrina’s hand and started skipping down the street, well, I was gone. I’ve never had a mom crush before, but I’ve got it bad for Madyson
She’s everything I ever hoped for in a friend for Diva Girl. She’s polite, patient, kind, and has a mind of her own. She pleased and thank you’d her way through the three hours she was at our house. Not in an Eddie Haskell kind of way, but in the genuinely well mannered way that I hope my daughter behaves when she’s the guest. She included the baby in their games and didn’t seem to be begrudging her presence as she did so And she and Sabrina managed to cycle through most of the toys in the playroom–with the odd Arthur break thrown in just to mix things up–without a hint of argument. She was willing to compromise and play what Sabrina wanted at times, but was also able to stand up for herself and insist that they play her games too.
My heart melted as I stood outside the playroom door and listened to them declare their best friendness over a game of Mousetrap. And then it shattered as I overheard Madyson tell Sabrina about what Heather had been up to today.
It seems that Sabrina’sarch-nemesis, we’ll call her Heather ( I have before, because it fits), continues to live up to her namesake. It’s not enough that she’s not friends with Sabrina (not something I want to happen anyway); apparently, no one else is supposed to be friends with her either. At least, that’s the impression Madyson got when she and her minions cornered her on the playground and had the following conversation:
Heather: You don’t actually like Sabrina, do you?
Madyson: Yes. Sabrina’s my friend.
H: Well we hate her. She’s a crybaby.
M: I like her. I think she’s nice. And funny.
H: Well you don’t have to play with her. You can run away from her you know.
M: I want to play with her.
That was it, except for the fact that they spent the rest of recess watching the two girls at play, making their displeasure known.
This is classic girl bullying at its finest. The whispering campaign, the exclusion, the drive towards complete isolation, and the utter unwillingness to confront the victim head on (remember, it was only a couple of days ago that Heather told Sabrina she wanted to be her friend.) are all hallmarks of female bullying.
Now, much though I’m not ok with them calling my daughter names, I’ve gotta give then the crybaby one. She is a crier. It’s something we’ve been working on, and she’s doing a lot better with it, but it’s a reputation that she’s earned. And one they want her to keep–apparently winding Diva Girl up by teasing her about her small size (she’s a head and shoulders smaller than the other kids) is somewhat of a sport at school. I’ve explained to Sabrina that they’re actively trying to make her cry, and she’s been doing a great job of just brushing it off this year. But that doesn’t make it ok for them to try. And it certainly doesn’t mean that this little girl gets to decide that my daughter can’t have friends.
I’m not a reactionary parent, but I’ll be speaking to Teacher McDreamy on Monday. This has been going on since kindergarten, and it’s time for it to end. We did the “”just be nice to her and she’ll come around.” We moved on through “just ignore her.” and have dabbled in “stand up to her and she’ll back down.” Through it all, Heather has continued on her campaign of emotional torture. In Kindergarten, it was teasing that Sabrina wouldn’t be going Grade 1 beacuse she was too little–a claim that had my gullible girl in tears more than once. Grade One was the year that Heather decided no one should attend Sabrina’s birthday party–and only 2 of the 6 invitees actually showed up. Grade Two was quite simply hellacious. A daughter who was heartbroken, picked on, and desperate for social interaction.
I don’t believe this situation is going to get better. I don’t believe this little girl is going to change. I don’t believe, even if Sabrina has finally found friends of her own and the strength to put Heather in her place, that this little girl should get away with what she’s done. And I don’t intend to let her.