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Perceived Slights

When we moved into this neighborhood, The Rabbit was already 2. Believe it or not friendships had already been forged. For the 2-year-old's.

So when she started pre-school, there were many birthday parties The Rabbit was not invited to. When her third birthday kicked in later that year -- I invited everyone in her class, and even the children she played with on the playground. It was a wonderful free-for-all - and she had a blast. It helped to meet parents too -- and start getting involved in the "groups."

Unfortunately, I still find this whole birthday party situation troubling. Especially when I know the Rabbit hasn't been invited -- and when I assume the other child is a supposed good friend.

Now, it's a given. We have playdates, dinners, our own events where we don't invite everyone. We just can't. But I still can't shake the feeling of anger when I perceive The Rabbit's been slighted. So what do I do? Nothing. I just consider it more excuses to drown myself in extra jam in the morning.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh, the pain of motherhood. Hurts, doesn't it, to see our baby slighted? But Rabbit has to forge her own way in this cruel world. Just be there for her to talk to whenever she wants to (or not). You are her constant best friend.
Mom/Mum said…
Oh yes, this makes my heart wrench. I am sure the rabbit is well loved and liked by all her friends, but it's hard to judge the popularity of your child at this age. I'm still trying to work out if my son has any friends at his new pre-school because all he says he plays with is the toy truck! Am not holding my breath for party invites....
Manhattan Mama said…
Thank you anonymous. And Mom/Mum I remember when The Rabbit told me she couldn't wait for recess to be over because she just played alone.....she has friends now. And the truth? I know I feel the slights more than her!

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