We usually got to school a bit early and would sit in the car listening to music to motivate her, talking about this and that, then her regular “have a great day, daddy loves you” call to Juan (she’s grumpy if she doesn’t talk to him before she heads off to class!). This has become one of our many 'favorite times of the day', but one morning in late February she sat in my lap (in the car) and cried. She was so tired of dealing with it all. She just couldn’t understand what was wrong, why they treated her the way they did. Oh, my heart broke for her. There was more crying later that night at bedtime. This time she really boohooed, and I told her to let it all out, that she deserved and had earned a good hard cry! I cried with her. For her. And for me as her mom, not knowing how to help her, short of burning the damn place down. It was all I could do to NOT walk up to those kids, and their moms, and smack the hell out of most of them!
Then again, maybe I was spoiled at our old school. Yes, the teachers were warm and friendly, but incompetent, uninspired, and severely restricted. The administration/principal was horribly lazy, allowed bad situations to fester and often instigated or made them worse, and just didn't want to be there. The kids were smart asses, precocious, and into things that just weren't appropriate for their age (even though it was an older class where most of them were a full two years older than ladybug). And yes, some of the parents were a hot mess - I had to go to the Diocease about one family in particular, I wrote about it here...DRAMA! But the kids loved ladybug, showed me respect and many showed me affection, and all had manners and were polite (I can overlook or forgive quite a bit if someones polite or has good manners). And almost all parents were simply amazing. Most of us actually liked and loved each other, enjoyed and wanted to spend time together, we even started a monthly 'moms night out' in first grade, that continues and I'm still part of today!