M’s teacher decided to end the term with a pirate dress up day. When I read the about the upcoming event in the class newsletter I must confess my heart sank a bit, *sigh* creating costumes isn’t really my forte. I’m not one for dress ups. My partner on the other hand – he loves a good costume party and my children to date seem to have inherited his enthusiasm.
On reflection the costume making wasn’t so bad. I’d made a tri-fold hat before (whereabouts now unknown – check out the picture of E way back then), the eye-patch was a breeze, the belt buckle was cut from a nappy box and the skirt was made with some purple fabric from the stash that I’d been trying to use up since forever. Win. Dada Dave came across the sword on a colleague’s desk and borrowed it for the day. It came home unbroken too. Win again.
She was one happy pirate. Biggest win of all.
The problems that she’s been facing at school all came to a head in the last week of term. Her teacher noticed her extremely miserable one day at school and after much coercing over the coarse of the day M finally confided to her about the other girls excluding her from play and being nasty to her. The teacher addressed the issue immediately and the parents of the other girls were also notified. It was amazing to witness the immediate change in M. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The ring-leader, our neighbour, has since apologised reluctantly under the duress of her mother. M forgave her immediately and whole heartedly. My rational mind has too, but my heart is lagging a bit behind. Rationally I know that the child is so very young herself, but I also know that she knows right from wrong and she chose to wrong MY baby girl. I also know that she comes banging on our door to play with M after school everyday (because there is nothing better to do) only to then bully her the following day at school.
It’s an awkward situation. I know it will pass. Just now though my inner lioness has been stirred.