Getting out of the car at daycare today, a boy and his mother were walking in.
I asked Dex “Who’s that?”
He replied ” That’s Noah*. My friends don’t let him play with us, he can’t be on our team.”
I asked why.
“Well, my friends say he be’s naughty.”
Have you seen him be naughty?
“No… but they say it. I don’t say it.”
We stopped and had a chat.
I told him that even if you don’t say it, if you’re letting other people say it and it isn’t true and someone is upset by it, well then you’re being just as mean as the people that are saying it.
We don’t just let people get left behind, because what if your friends said you can’t play with them because you were being naughty, and no one said “No, I want Dexter to play with us too.” how would that make you feel?
Dex looked a little bit ashamed when we walked into the school.
One of the downsides of being a sensory kid is that sometimes, he feels too much. I had to reassure him that it was okay, he has the chance to play and maybe Noah will be a fantastic friend.
This parenting thing is hard.
*Noah is not really called Noah. Name change for privacy and all that jazz