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Dear Neighborhood Mom,
You smile at me and give me sweet pleasantries. You talk about how we need to get our kids together and how much fun we’ll have taking them on a walk. You tell my son that you’re looking forward to our play date and tell me when to call you.
Then you ignored my calls. I know this because today your daughter told my son at school, “When you called at the time of our play date my Mom said we were not going to answer it, we were ignoring it because it was just Mama Bear calling for a play date”.
Then your daughter tells my son, “Even though we’re friends at school, my Mom said that I can’t play with you because you’re making me someone that I’m not.”
This follows a previous incident where your daughter told my son, “My mom said that I can’t play with you or anyone else in your family.” When I asked you about this, you told me that this was a misunderstanding between you and your daughter that happened after my son shared he had an ‘anger problem’ and saw a psychiatrist. You denied that you had a problem with my son and encouraged me to get the kids together.
In case you didn’t know, you’re daughter tells my son everything you say about us and you’re breaking his heart with your judgmental words.
When you scheduled a play date with my son, then screened our calls to avoid us, you destroyed a piece of him. What you may not realize is that he was looking forward to this play date more than he was Easter, he talked about it for 3 days straight, even told his Grandpa about how excited he was to see your daughter.
My son has caused your child no harm, he’s been a true friend.
Unfortunately, your daughter is my son’s best friend, maybe his only friend.
If you only knew how much your actions hurt. If you only knew that my son’s sense of value dropped after he heard about this botched play date. He believes that he’s “weird” and that you hate him. He believes that you think he’s worthless and not good enough to be your child’s friend. You’re actions make it hard to believe different.
I see you waving at me in the carpool, smiling as if you like me and it makes me sick because I know what you really think.
I wish I could scream at you and tell you how much you’re hurting my son, how much your fake pleasantries are just leading him on, stepping all over his hopes. I wish I could tell you that your actions will cause damage for years to come, confirming that he isn’t good enough for a friend. I wish I could tell you that as precious as your daughter is to you, my son is to me. My son deserves to have a friend, please, I beg you, stop breaking my boy’s heart.
— Mama Bear