Mean Girls...

A sweet friend of mine has a daughter that is in first grade with my daughter at the same school. Last night she posted something on Facebook very vaguely about her daughter being sad because they had their first drama involving mean girls in class. I read that and got very concerned. Rita has been talking about her birthday coming up in November and wants to have a party. I know she has been thinking of ideas and dreaming up a fabulous birthday. In fact, she walked into my bathroom at 6 am this morning asking me if she could have a slumber party (no). I then began to think that possibly Rita was the one being mean to this little girl. I called her back into my bathroom and asked her what happened at school yesterday. I asked her if there was anything she could remember doing that would make another girl sad. She nodded her head with her big eyes filled with tears and said, "yes mommy." She told me that THIS little girl asked her when the slumber party was and she said back, "I don't know." She said that probably made her sad. I prayed with her, told her I was ashamed she would act that way to a friend of mine's daughter, and just so sad that she would be unkind. Ultimately that isn't how God wants us to act and that is what is most important, of course, but I was just thinking "UGHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!" I had her be quiet this morning. We prayed about it again. She told me she would apologize to the little girl when she got to school, ask for forgiveness, give her a hug and a pencil. I told her IF she has a party (after all this, we may take it away), every girl in her class gets invited - end of story. She kept saying, "but mommy, I was going to invite her." After she got picked up this morning, I called the mom, left a message about how sorry I was for her daughter, I hope she is okay, if it was Rita - she will make ammends. Didn't hear from the mom all day. Later in the day, I got an email from the mom. She said, Oh, it wasn't Rita. My daughter and Rita love each other, are great buds. Whoopsies on me.