11pm on Sunday night. It’s storming and there is no way I can sleep right now. The big tornado warnings are north of us, and far enough away that I shouldn’t be worried… but I hate storms.
So, I decided I might as well blog.
Saturday was fun. Just me and Shiloh. We tried to find one of those bouncy barn places, but I could not find it. I wasn’t actually lost this time, but my mapquest directions were awful. It even told me to turn on “local roads” and didn’t give me the names of them.
I finally gave up and promised Shiloh we would find it another time. We went to a little science center place instead. It wasn’t very impressive. Really small and shabby. But they had a kitchen set, so Shiloh had fun playing with that.
There was a girl (about six years old) that kept being mean to her. She wouldn’t let Shiloh in the playhouse and and Shiloh was really upset about it.
I tried to take Shiloh to something else, and just come back later, but Shiloh was stubborn (have no idea where she gets that stubborn streak) and wanted to play there. She cried, but I could tell it was a hurt feelings cry.
Finally the other girl’s mom scolded her and the little girl let Shiloh into the house. Shiloh was pathetically happy to be included. She pretended to cook the girl, and another little girl, food. Then the girl yelled at Shiloh for letting their pretend horses escape.
Shiloh’s face just fell. I could tell she didn’t understand what she had done wrong. (Of course she didn’t do anything wrong.) The thing that really bothered me was that I could tell the other little girl knew exactly what she was doing. After she yelled at Shiloh she cut her eyes toward me and smirked. Little brat.
I wanted to just scoop Shiloh up and then kick the other girl in the face. (I would never do that, but it’s just a mom thing. Or maybe I just have violent thoughts.) But Shiloh didn’t want to be rescued. And I have to let her learn how to work things like this out for herself. It’s hard to see your child face rejection, but it’s part of growing up. I just hate that it has to start so young.
Shiloh is used to all the older kids at church and they adore her and have let her play with them since she was a baby. And at preschool she’s usually the youngest and all the older kids seem to like her. I think it’s a new experience for her to deal with this. But she did okay. And eventually she found a baby to play with instead. The baby was only about a year old, so she didn’t talk, but she toddled around and let Shiloh give her pretend food.
I did notice that when Shiloh needed to go to the bathroom, I picked her up and started to carry her, and Shiloh got upset. It took me a second to realize that she was didn’t want me to carry her because she was trying to look like a big girl in front of the other girls.
Other than the mean girl (and I think that bothered me more than Shiloh – I just hated to see her trying so hard to be accepted), we had a good time. All in all it was a good weekend.
The news just said something about staying away from computers during lightening storms. So I guess I’m getting off of here now.
10 Comments
July 12, 2009 at 11:37 pm
Poor Shiloh. It’s a pity that sort of nonsense starts so young with some kids (it’s a pity it’s there at all) but maybe she will have a chance to learn how to deal with it before she’s alone at school. Your bit about the violent mom made me laugh!
Hope the storm doesn’t come near you guys and you’re all ok.
July 13, 2009 at 12:44 am
It’s such a hard life, really. Connie loves playing with other kids but getting it started takes forever and he notices when things aren’t going well. Bina too. They usually gravitate to the babies because they don’t disappoint. The sad thing is that this will never go away. There will always be people who will just be mean. I hope I can teach my children to shake it off and move on.
I too hope all will be well with you during the storm.
July 13, 2009 at 5:49 am
It is unbelievable that it starts that young. I’m horrible because I always wonder what the parents are doing with that child to create such spite?! I’m sure it was heartbreaking to see her face fall like that.
Good plan to get off the computer!
July 13, 2009 at 6:32 am
That stinks. My daughter went through something similar at school before it let out. Not fun. And I know it’s only going to get harder as the girls get older. It’s good you let her work it out…I agree it’s probably a lot harder on us than it is on them.
July 13, 2009 at 7:33 am
No worries. I survived the storms.
July 13, 2009 at 8:03 am
Argh! I hate to read, hear, witness, whatever! things like this. I am one of those moms that says openly, “Play nice!!”.
You did better than I would have…I have no tolerance for that. lol
Glad you survived the storms!
July 13, 2009 at 12:21 pm
Aw, poor Shiloh. I hate bullies at any age.
Hope the storms weren’t too bad…tornadoes scare me…I’m glad I live in a mountainous region where we really don’t have to worry about them.
Hope you’re good =D
July 13, 2009 at 7:36 pm
Poor Shiloh! That girl sounds awful…I can’t believe her mother was allowing her to behave that way!!!
July 14, 2009 at 11:35 am
I would have SO have felt the same way towards that bratty horse girl! ughhhh!
And mapquest got us lost in the black hills of SD when on vacation a couple yrs ago. To make it worse, our back up AAA maps were the same (wrong).
July 15, 2009 at 8:39 am
Oh, that’s so sad! I hate it when we run into bratty kids like that. You aren’t the only violent one, lol!!