To be fair, it wasn't an all together horrible day. Just dance class and then the ride home from dance. I picked her up, she climbed in the backseat, slammed the door and began sobbing. I wasn't even out of the parking lot and the tears were rolling.
Me: Chan, what's wrong?
Chan: *sniff, sniff* Nothing.
Me: Seriously? You're lying. And I know this because you are crying. So, what is it?
Me: Are you hurt?
Me: Was somebody mean to you?
(Side Note: This kills me because Chan is the sweetest, kindest child on the planet. She has such empathy for other. AND she almost never cries unless something is really, really, bothering her...unless Case who is the ultimate drama queen and can at times be a mean girl.)
Me: Well, what happened?
Chan: I messed up in class when we were practicing for the recital. (sob, sob) And a girl in class said that all my work is sloppy. And that I'm not good.
(Another side note. My child really isn't that great of a dancer. She is kind of like watching a train wreck.)
Me: Chan, I know that you are doing your best and that is all that we ask of you. Its not that much longer until the recital and then it will be over and then you can take piano in the fall.
Chan: But she didn't....have.....to say that to me. It hurt my....feelings.
Me: I know, Honey. But you're trying and that's all that matters.
Chan: But now I feel like I have to practice every second and I already have to practice extra in math. (more crying, gasping for breath, we're at the point of complete melt down.)
Me: Chan. You are doing just fine. We can work on it a little bit more during the week, but don't worry about it. You can cry the rest of the car ride home and then you've got to dry it up when we go inside. It'll be dinner time and then baths.
And then she sat in the back seat with her knees pulled up to her chest and cried the rest of the way home. She dried her eyes when I pulled into the driveway. And then she was ok.
I really hate it when kids are mean.