Oooo yes. Maybe 4 weeks in to the first year of school. You might think a time to take everything a bit calmly, letting the new routines settle, etc. My DD’s best friend (through 2 years of kindergarten) started telling her mother that my DD was doing all sorts to her. Biting, kicking, twisting her arms. Serious stuff. Every new report earned this other kid a chocolate bikkie and tons of sympathy from her mum, so it escalated quickly. Mind you, the girls walked to and from school together arm in arm, ran to each other in the playground with squeals of joy and not a single other person witnessed anything negative between them, in a highly supervised environment.
The mother (who I’d counted an intelligent woman, and a friend) started texting me a barrage of barely intellible accusations every day, but refused to meet up to discuss it. They got quite bizarre, including when she told me that her DD was too ‘delicate’ to play with mine, because she (the mother) hadn’t eaten enough spices during pregnancy (??) and she that she was certain the ‘attacks’ were racially motivated. From a barely 5yo. Whose parents (us) had pulled loads of strings to get them accepted into our local school.
I’ll never forget when I had to address it with my DD. She ADORED this little girl. Her tiny face as she realised I was saying that people thought she’d hurt her. It broke her for several months. She begged to be allowed to ‘fake’ apologise to make everything better.
I took the advice of more experienced parents and handed the issue over to the school. Not only did their investigation confirm the other girl was telling fibs, but they called the mother in to explain that any so-called ‘fragility’ had to be quantified with a GP report so the school could ensure a care plan was in place. She soon retracted that as well.
I never could fully forgive that mother for ruining our first months of school, and lashing out at us. I was perfectly civil thereafter, but the favours dried up very abruptly from our side. She never apologised, and made her DH go 45 minutes out of his way so she could avoid the school pickup for the rest of primary school. Her DH, on the other hand, apologised every time he saw me, for years!
I never believed this sort of thing could have happened, so quickly and stressfully, over so little. Now I’m wiser. At the first hint of trouble I pull in parents, teachers, the kids and deal with it ASAP. No more tattling, gossip, passive-aggressive texts. Straight to the source (kids) and the experts (teachers).