portrait of Mary
I realized that I was completely unequipped to deal with this situation. Frankly, even if I had a typical daughter, I wouldn't have expected to have to have the "mean girl" convo as early as first grade. But I couldn't help but think that I may never have this conversation with Audrey. She is not unlike her grandmother in that the only reason she'd feel slighted over not being invited to a party is because she missed out on cake. As I've noted before, I think Audrey has skipped right to senior citizenship.
I wonder if she will ever feel the sting of girls shunning her or making fun of her behind her back. Right now, she is pretty oblivious and not exactly adept at picking up social cues, which is not such a bad trait to have during the ugly middle school years. But she is also just a really happy, sweet kid, who I think would have trouble understanding why anyone would be mean. Like a father showing his weakling kid how to have a fist fight, I picture one day having to explain to Audrey the art of the bitchy put-down.
As for poor Mary, I managed to belch out the following:
"Yeah, some girls are like that."
"Well, hate is a pretty big word. I'm sure that she doesn't hate you."
And the oldest chestnut of them all: "If she's like that, she probably isn't worth being friends with anyway."
She'd have done better going to her gay uncle.