I am really not happy with Libby's preschool experience this year. Last year, school was wonderful. I was completely thrilled with her intro to formal education. She had a fabulous teacher and the best group of kids in her class.
This year...not so much.
It isn't the teacher. She seems very competent and Libby loves her.
It's the other little
brats girls in her class. I feel like my daughter is going to school with Rachel McAdams and Lindsay Lohan.
It all started a few weeks ago when Libby started talking about Emma. Everyday she got into the car talking about playing with Emma. Then one day the conversation went like this:
Me- Libby, did you play with Emma today?
Libby- Yeah, Emma pushes me. (she said this completely matter-of-factly, not upset at all.)
Me- Oh, did she push you on the swing?
Libby- No, she pushes me when I try to follow her.
Me- What do you mean?
Libby- She told me have to stay right here.
Since she wasn't upset, I thought maybe I was misunderstanding, so I let it go.
The next day, I hear that Emma was running away from Libby when Libby was trying to play with her.
The next day, Emma told Libby that what she had for lunch was gross and now Libby won't eat one of her favorite fruits anymore. (Kiwi, in case you were wondering.)
So I called the teacher. Her teacher told me (in not so many words) that Emma is an aggressive child. That is all well and good for Emma, but my daughter is the opposite of aggressive and I don't want her being bullied or bossed.
So I told Libby that if Emma didn't want to play with her it was okay to find someone else to play with. Libby spent another week trying to play with Emma. It deteriorated to the point where Libby asked Emma to sit with her at lunch and Emma flat out said no. Libby was really upset and so I finally told her that Emma doesn't sound like a very nice girl and that she should stop trying to be her friend.
So today, Libby tells me about her new friend, Elyse. And she tells me that she wants to give Elyse a present. So I tell Libby that she can draw a picture for Elyse.
No, Libby wants to give her a book. I tell Libby that we are not giving Elyse one of our books so she asks me to buy Elyse a book. I said no, that Libby could draw her a picture and my sweet girl bursts into to tears. I asked her why she was so upset about this and she tells me that she has to get Elyse a present.
"Why do you have to get Elyse a present? Is it her birthday?"
Oh no! Apparently, this little mean-girl-in-the-making told Libby that she would be her friend if Libby brought her a present! WTH!!!
I am just so upset for my baby! My daughter is FOUR! And she is cute and sweet and funny. And this is preschool, not Melrose Place! She should not be dealing with rejection right now.
I am seriously considering removing her from school immediately.