A few weeks ago something disturbing happened on a park playground. What happened was, three girls from ages 6-10 were very mean to my little girl. My mom senses are always on high alert for mean girls because when I was a kid, lots of girls treated me like shit. I'll be damned if I'm going to let the brats be mean to my baby.
Hell. No.
Tom and I were watching Amelie at the park try to make friends...but unfortunately she's at a weird phase where she's becoming extremely shy. I felt the need to help her, so I found a group of girls climbing on metal bars. They seemed harmless enough, so I whispered to Amelie, "Hey, go play with those little girls." Amelie looked at me and said, "But what do I say?" To which I replied, "Ask them if you can play with them."
And so she went, slowly, proceeding with much caution, to the clique of girls. I heard her ask the girl if she could play with them, and the little girl looked at her with disdain and snottily retorted, "No! Go play somewhere else!"
What the fuck?
Doth my ears deceive me? Are girls becoming bitches even EARLIER?
The little girl looked up at me, realized I was Amelie's mom, and tried to cover up her bad behavior by saying, "Well, I guess you can climb with us" and rolled her eyes.
I went and sat down, unsure of what had happened. I decided to keep my eye on these kids, to make certain my lil' sweets wasn't getting bullied.
Sure enough, there they went, the clan of three girls, running away from my Amelie as if she had the plague. They hid behind benches, snickering, watching Amelie appear lost and disoriented and ALONE. Tom assured me, "Oh, they're just playing tag."
Warning: Explicit material to follow!
FUCK TAG. They're not fucking playing fucking TAG. They're fucking being BITCHES is what they're fucking doing! And to my kid? FUCK THAT.
I jumped up from the bench, with my mother-claws out, ready for battle. I started yelling and pointing on the playground, asking Amelie if she understood what was going on. Sadly, she did not. She doesn't understand the cruelty people maliciously inflict upon one another for fun.
I explained to her in the nicest and simplest form possible, that there are some people who are mean, and will not appreciate how wonderful you are. She looked confused.
"But why?" she asked.
I so wanted to answer, "Because they're ASSES, that's why!" I decided to keep it PC.
"Um, because they aren't smart enough to appreciate you. Something is wrong with them, not you. And you know what? You should feel sorry for them, but you should never let them push you around. If there's ever anyone, anywhere who treats you like this, you don't run after them trying to make them like you. You go find people who are nice, instead, because you're an amazing person."
That's exactly what we did. I found a little girl who was playing alone, and seemed painfully shy. She averted eye contact when I applauded her monkey-bar climbing skills.
"What's your name, and how did you get so good at climbing?!" I asked.
I introduced them both, and told the little girl (who's name was Vanessa) that she should teach Amelie to climb as fast as she could. And away they went.
Meanwhile, the little clan of mean girls got chewed out by their father. I guess I made such a big stink about it on the playground, that he realized what they were doing. He was speaking spanish to them, and luckily I had Tom there to translate.
Dad, "You never run away from little friends! We don't do that! That's mean. How would you feel if you were all alone on the playground and someone did this to you?!"
Mean Girl 1, "She was being mean to us!"
Dad, "No she wasn't! What if she was baby Jesus! Would you do that to baby Jesus?!"
Oh DAMN! He done pulled the "Baby Jesus Card" on their asses! If I had a gold medal, I'd have given it to him right then and there. Well done!
I'm scared I'm going to encounter this situation again. Not scared for me, but scared for the bully. I will unleash my fury in a fit of atomic bomb rage. Heads will roll across deserts igniting in volcanic FIRE. My razor-sharp tongue will annihilate you!
I'm not sure the PTA is going to welcome me with open arms this year.
Hell. No.
Tom and I were watching Amelie at the park try to make friends...but unfortunately she's at a weird phase where she's becoming extremely shy. I felt the need to help her, so I found a group of girls climbing on metal bars. They seemed harmless enough, so I whispered to Amelie, "Hey, go play with those little girls." Amelie looked at me and said, "But what do I say?" To which I replied, "Ask them if you can play with them."
And so she went, slowly, proceeding with much caution, to the clique of girls. I heard her ask the girl if she could play with them, and the little girl looked at her with disdain and snottily retorted, "No! Go play somewhere else!"
What the fuck?
Doth my ears deceive me? Are girls becoming bitches even EARLIER?
The little girl looked up at me, realized I was Amelie's mom, and tried to cover up her bad behavior by saying, "Well, I guess you can climb with us" and rolled her eyes.
I went and sat down, unsure of what had happened. I decided to keep my eye on these kids, to make certain my lil' sweets wasn't getting bullied.
Sure enough, there they went, the clan of three girls, running away from my Amelie as if she had the plague. They hid behind benches, snickering, watching Amelie appear lost and disoriented and ALONE. Tom assured me, "Oh, they're just playing tag."
Warning: Explicit material to follow!
FUCK TAG. They're not fucking playing fucking TAG. They're fucking being BITCHES is what they're fucking doing! And to my kid? FUCK THAT.
I jumped up from the bench, with my mother-claws out, ready for battle. I started yelling and pointing on the playground, asking Amelie if she understood what was going on. Sadly, she did not. She doesn't understand the cruelty people maliciously inflict upon one another for fun.
I explained to her in the nicest and simplest form possible, that there are some people who are mean, and will not appreciate how wonderful you are. She looked confused.
"But why?" she asked.
I so wanted to answer, "Because they're ASSES, that's why!" I decided to keep it PC.
"Um, because they aren't smart enough to appreciate you. Something is wrong with them, not you. And you know what? You should feel sorry for them, but you should never let them push you around. If there's ever anyone, anywhere who treats you like this, you don't run after them trying to make them like you. You go find people who are nice, instead, because you're an amazing person."
That's exactly what we did. I found a little girl who was playing alone, and seemed painfully shy. She averted eye contact when I applauded her monkey-bar climbing skills.
"What's your name, and how did you get so good at climbing?!" I asked.
I introduced them both, and told the little girl (who's name was Vanessa) that she should teach Amelie to climb as fast as she could. And away they went.
Meanwhile, the little clan of mean girls got chewed out by their father. I guess I made such a big stink about it on the playground, that he realized what they were doing. He was speaking spanish to them, and luckily I had Tom there to translate.
Dad, "You never run away from little friends! We don't do that! That's mean. How would you feel if you were all alone on the playground and someone did this to you?!"
Mean Girl 1, "She was being mean to us!"
Dad, "No she wasn't! What if she was baby Jesus! Would you do that to baby Jesus?!"
Oh DAMN! He done pulled the "Baby Jesus Card" on their asses! If I had a gold medal, I'd have given it to him right then and there. Well done!
I'm scared I'm going to encounter this situation again. Not scared for me, but scared for the bully. I will unleash my fury in a fit of atomic bomb rage. Heads will roll across deserts igniting in volcanic FIRE. My razor-sharp tongue will annihilate you!
I'm not sure the PTA is going to welcome me with open arms this year.
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