So I caught up with the mother of the birthday girl today at our yoga class (see Mean Girls). Again she apologized for the way the girls (not her girls, they are super sweet – two of the guests) treated my daughter, or I should say tried to treat my daughter at the birthday party. She also gave me a bit of insight.
As we suspected, both little girls have mother issues. One has seen her mother go in and out of the hospital various times for, of all things, anorexia (oh, let us count the issues that are going to stack up in that child’s life…). In addition, the girl’s father isn’t in the picture. Aye, aye, aye.
The second girl, whose mother wasn’t around much anyway, is not competing with a new baby brother who has been sucking the remaining scattered time of her mother’s attention.
Are these good excuses for the girls to be mean to mine? I’m not accepting it. I’ve know plenty of people who had it much harder and chose not to go that route. But I will allow sympathy to ride alongside my contempt for them. For the time being.