My loyal and faithful readers, thank you for continuing to follow this absentee blogger. I really feel that I get no break from Black Friday all the way to Easter Sunday. As many of you know I work a full-time job, run after 2 kids, a husband, and 2 pugs but if that wasn’t enough, I became a temporary homeroom parent AND officially became the Media Manager for a restaurant. Busy busy bee needs massive amounts of coffee to not become the busy busy bee-otch. My life is busy but my heart is full so it’s a great time in my life.
Now in all that busy adult work I have been making a great effort to spend more time with the kids. How do I do that? I got them scooters a few days ago and we go to the parks near by for them to scoot their little hearts out. Now at he request of our daughter, she asked us not to take her to the park in our neighborhood where all her school friends go to play until she was better at scooting. Okay we can do that. So Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday we ventured out to the other parks in other neighborhoods where no one knew us so the kids could gain confidence and practice. Thursday (yesterday) kids are ready to go to our park. Cool let’s grab a coffee at Starbucks and head over. Unfortunately… No amount of coffee could prepare me for this park visit…
Let’s rewind back to the first couple weeks of the school year, my daughter is very shy, soft spoken, tiny, and absolutely hates to draw any form of attention to herself. With that being said, she had a problem with a “bully.” Everyday after lunch, all the 1st Graders go to the playground and play while waiting for their teacher to come get them and take them back go class. Well there was a little boy who decided he was going to play with my daughter, and his idea of playing was punching her in the stomach repeatedly and pushing her down. My kids knows how to defend herself I have multiple bloody noses between her and her brother to attest to that fact, but because she was at school, she did absolutely nothing to the boy out of fear of getting in trouble at school. So the first day it happened, I gave her the PC school approved response, “Tell a grownup, they will take care of it.” Next day I asked her how school was and she broke out in tears, the little boy hit her and pushed her again and she told the recess aide but the aide didn’t do anything about it. Okay…. so I suggest that I email the teacher. My daughter starts freaking out she doesn’t want to be a tattletale, so I give her one more piece of school approved advice “Tell him you don’t want to play anymore and walk away” she said okay. On the third day I hoped and hoped that we were done with this little kid and his hitting. Nope. My babygirl informed me that he still didn’t stop and when she tried to walk away from him, this little shit grabbed her by the hair so she couldn’t go anywhere. I’m furious at this point! No more taking the high road! No more staying quiet about this, I’m emailing the teacher. I sent the email Wednesday night, Thursday morning came and went, same in the afternoon, same in the evening and no email back. So what do I do? I call the vice principal because if anyone is going to bring this nonsense to a crashing halt, it’s her. To make my already long story come to a quick end, the little boy was told to leave my daughter alone but unfortunately he found another kids to torture and was suspended after numerous incidents.
So let’s go back to the park! It’s a nice day out, I got a coffee, hubby is off early and met us at the park,K&K are racing their scooters all over the place but then who would appear? The little brute who tortured my baby. Mind you I’ve never met the kid so I had no clue what he looked like, who his parents are, nothing. But I did see a little boy arrive with his mom and sister and my daughter immediately scoots to me to say she wants to go to a different park. Uhhh dude we just got here… why? She doesn’t tell us why so we tell her that we came here to play so go play. I watched the little boy run after her to go play and as soon as she noticed she kept running further, far from this kid. At first I thought she was just racing him but after watching them for a few minutes it’s clear she is upset so I started walking down the field to where they are. Then I saw it. He pushed her down hard enough for her shoe to fly off her foot. Oh hell no! I take half a second to remind myself I am a mother and he is just a kid and I need to retract my mama lion claws. I walked up behind him with his back turned to me and in my scary-you-done-pissed-me-off mommy voice I asked what his name was. He told me John.
“Why did you push K?”
“Because she ran away from me”
“that’s not a reason to push her”
“yes it is she won’t share her scooter with me”
“well she doesn’t have to share her scooter with you or anyone else if she doesn’t want to”
This scares him off and he runs to his mom. Good. I pick my sniffling little girl off the grass and wipe her off and carry her back up to where we were and I see Johns mom giving me a dirty look. I’ll ignore it because I’m not looking to get into a situation that will make me late for an evening conference call. I tell Hubbs what happened and he cuddles our girl and that’s when she told us that he was the little boy who had been picking on her before and that he had made her cry today by calling her a tattletale. To cheer her up we promise both kids ice cream when we leave. I wiped her tears and told her to go scoot for a bit and then we will leave. Not even 5 minutes go by and John seems to think her mind has changed and tries to forcefully take the scooter from her hands. When she didn’t let go he smacked her hat off her head and I jumped up and went straight to his mom.
“Hi excuse me are you Johns mother?”
“Yes I am and you are?”
“Well our kids go to school together and they don’t seem to get along well. Aside from what my daughter has told me happens between them at school, in the past 20 minutes I’ve watched him chase her, call her a cry baby, push her, try to take something out of her hands, and now he just slapped her hat off her head. I don’t know how you parent but to me this is unacceptable behavior and I would appreciate if you got you son and kept him away from her now.”
“Well you know he is special needs. He has behavioral issues and attends special ed.”
“Do you see that little boy in the pink shirt on his scooter? That’s my son who is also in special education for behavioral issues. Do you see him acting the way you son is? No you don’t because we have raised him to be respectful of others. And I am not here to compare our children. Only to ask you to have your son leave my kids alone while we are here sharing the park.”
“Well you don’t teach your kids to share. How is that ok?”
This lady is bringing the bee-otch out in me…
“My kids both play very nicely with others they share their toys and other belongings with other kids but if they don’t want to share with some kid who puts their hands on them, I am not going to make them”
“Ok well kids will be kids”
At that point I decided to end the conversation and we packed up and left. I know I will not always see eye to eye with other parents but that’s absolutely ridiculous. Do I wholeheartedly believe my kids are saints? No because they aren’t. They yell and fight and scream and sometimes have really bad manners but if my kid is getting picked on I am going to get to the bottom of it and defend them if they aren’t in the wrong. And if they are in the wrong then I am going to do my damndest to fix their behavior because I am not raising bullies and I am not raising kids who can’t speak up for themselves.
So if you haven’t gotten tired of reading this rant, what do you think?
Can bullying start as young as 6 or 7? Or is it kids just being kids?