Sorry for the absence. I wish it was for a yummy holiday, but truth is it's been a rough patch with the Rabbit. Boy do I know where you are coming from YLM.
Like Firstborn, all the Rabbit has been telling us about school is that she eats lunch. Nothing else. And her teachers are barely forthcoming with any details. One is out right rude to me. To my face. Not quite nasty, but it's on the fence.
Tonight, too, it came out. Not that The Prince and I haven't seen it coming. Especially me. On the playground after school there are a few girls who won't play with The Rabbit. One girl in particular is a choice bully who often tells The Rabbit she can't play. Another treats her like a baby and I suspect it's rubbing off on the other kids. I've literally heard her say it to the other kids: "[The Rabbit] is a baby. She's not even four yet."
The Rabbit is the youngest in her class -- and at times does act young. Not babyish, but young. But tonight she let it spill that no one at recess will play with her and so "No one plays with me Mama. I go up to some people today and I look at them and they turn their head like this. And then I try and look at them and they turn my head like that. Sometimes mama I sit on the ground and think about it and just wait for it to be time to go back to the classroom." That is the sound of my heart breaking and my fists wanting to furl at these little Sh*ts of a kid that are treating her like this.
Forget a note in the backpack. Mama is walking The Rabbit to school tomorrow. And the teacher is going to talk with Mama. I know I can't make these tiny bullies play with my child -- and get real, why would I?!?!?! But I can make a decision finally that she doesn't need to be in a place where she's treated as an outsider.
I wish I could teach her 3-year-old mind how small these people really are. What I really wish is she didn't care. Nor me.