We had just walked down a long staircase from a child’s birthday party when a child who we had met at the party looked down and announced, “I don’t like your hair!”
Her mother chided her mildly. I wanted to throttle both of them. Justifiable homicide.
So we crossed the street and I told Julia, “That’s OK—that girl is ugly and her mom is stupid!”
My social worker friends and my mother find this horrifying, “No…you’re supposed to say that the girl has problems expressing her feelings and she feels bad about herself…”
I have a really hard time spouting that social worker-y hippy stuff. I was raised with that method, and it made me feel undefended and powerless.
Julia more of a tree hugger than I am. A couple of weeks ago a little girl was hitting her. When I heard that it had happened more than once I told her that she should warn the other child the first two times it happened and the third time she should smack her. Julia seemed to find that suggestion hilarious, “NO! I tell the teacher!” Whatever.
She must be doing something right. On Friday, we ran into the mother of a friend we haven’t seen since he changed schools in September. Apparently, he recently informed his mother that he intends to marry J when he grows up. She could do a lot worse.
I am quite worried about what’s going to happen when J starts public school. I hope I don’t have to spend a lot of time telling J that her classmates are ugly and their moms’ are dummies. I just need to find a way to manage those situations that that works for both of us.