Now, let me remind you. My daughter is five. She just started kindergarten. She watches Sesame Street and Dora. She thinks farts are hilarious. She was dumb enough to cut her own hair five months ago.
Yet, I am already dealing with a full-on case of girl-angst-drama.
Before last week, Lane loved school. Couldn’t get enough of it. Rejoiced at getting an earlier bedtime so she’d be well-rested for school.
Then this week, something changed. It was harder to get her out of bed. She didn’t feel good. She didn’t want to go to school. Tonight, there were tears when she pleaded with me to not make her go to school tomorrow.
Time to get to the bottom of things.
I’d gleaned a couple days ago that she and her friend (I’ll call her Katie) were mad at each other over something. But when she told me, Lane didn’t seem very affected by it. So when she had her minor freakout this evening, I dove deeper. The story I was finally able to extract was that Katie hit her last week, and Lane told on her, and Katie got mad because Lane told on her, and declared they weren’t friends any more.
Gosh, I hate this. I was not good at being a girl through school. I gravitated toward the jock girls, as we always seemed to be slightly more immune to the drama. I was just never good at navigating through that social minefield. And now, I have to teach my daughter the ways of this nonsensical world?!? Ugh.
I did my best, and I think I gave her decent advice. Well, first, I gave her a huge hug and thanked her for trusting me with the whole story, and now I’m her mom and it’s my job to be her friend and help her and protect her, so she can always tell me this stuff. I told her that I totally understood that she would be mad that Katie hit her, because nobody likes to be hit. However, even though Katie did something wrong, maybe Lane could have handled it differently too instead of telling the teacher right away. Lane’s also a pretty big tattle-tale at home, too, and 95% of the time I make her work it out herself. Tell your brother you don’t like to be hit. Don’t play with him if he’s not nice to you. Blah blah blah. I told her tonight that while she wasn’t wrong to tell her teacher, that maybe she could have done something differently. Maybe she could have asked Katie not to hit, because Lane doesn’t like to be hit. There was a little more talking, a couple rephrasings, a couple examples, a little talk about how maybe she go about making amends with Katie, who before this incident was arguably Lane’s best friend at school and the only one she talked about having playdates with.
And, sigh, again. I feel so ill-equipped with dealing with this crapola. I want Lane to be better equipped to deal with all this angst and drama.
Or maybe I can just encourage her to be a jock. 🙂
Seriously though, I’d totally take some advice here. Any thoughts? Any good books to read? I need help. I’ve considered shooting an email off to the teacher, just to give her a heads-up about what’s going on between these girls… but how much is helpful to a teacher, and how much is needless meddling? Would she want to help mediate the situation, or prefer to let the girls work it out themselves?