First Fight Ever

This one started very scary.

This evening as I reached the classroom to pick up my little girl; and as she ran to me as she always does, I could tell something was very wrong. She was all choked up and teary eyed. Instantly I got very, very worried.

Tons of hugs and kisses and several "what happened" questions later, I tried piecing together what may have happened. Initially I thought she said Miss Monica scolded her. I wondered if this was about the other boy in their class who hits her. I'd heard her say multiple times that the boy hits her in class. I wondered if that was what happened today. But she said no. It wasn't him. Then why would Miss Monica scold her? No answer. Besides, I wondered could Miss Monica actually scold? She didn't seem that much older than these kids herself!

Later on, on clarification from Miss Monica herself I realized she hadn't said 'Miss Monica scolded her'. She'd said 'Mihika scolded her'. Apparently the two best friends had had a fight over a spinning wheel on who will spin it. Tempers must have flared, and by her own admission little girl Miss Haana said she got very angry. Some harsh words must have been exchanged. 

Even as we came home, the little girl was extremely upset and distraught by what had happened. I asked her if she was still angry, and she said "No, I'm mostly sad"! Then I told her I'll talk to Mihika's mommy, and ask her to tell Mihika that little Haana is feeling very bad about today. Even as I was typing the text and the little girl was peering onto my phone screen, i could tell she's beginning to feel somewhat better. 

Later that evening somewhere between the conversation about sharing amongst friends, I asked who her best friend was.

The answer was a resounding "Mihika"!

I guess all will work out soon enough. 

Peers and Paint

I pick up my little girl from her Montessori in the afternoon everyday. Up till now when I pick her up some of the kids in her class have already been picked up. This was the case with the little baby's best friend Miss Mahika. 

Starting this week Miss Haana is going to be dropped an hour yearly to school at 8, and picked up an hour early too. On Monday when I reached to pick her up I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Mahika. 

When I reached the classroom, as always, my little cute girl came running to hug me, and placed herself on my lap and we giggled, and I kissed. Several other kids came running in our direction too. The first thing Miss Mahika did (before pleasantries) was shove her outstretched hands, palms down, in front of me. Purple nail polish! She waited till I had the opportunity to appreciate the nail paint to her satisfaction. If I hadn't noticed already Miss Haana chimed in- Mumma I want nail paint on my fingers too! I laughed in response.

The nail paint on fingers has been a contentious issue I've steered clear of so far. I feel finger nail paint is too visible, eye-catching and fashion conscious,that I decided Miss Haana should not get nail paint on her fingers (toes are ok, and we choose and change those every week). Now with the best friend having nail paint and them discussing it at class (Miss Haana didn't want to wear socks to school on Monday so she can show her friends her toe nail paint!), it's peer pressure too. I can tell I have some battles approaching. For this week, though, happily, she forgot all about nail paints when we reached home! Phew!