I’m in Mommy Tiger mode, y’all, GRRRR!
My precious angel Bexon is being bullied at school in only his second week of Kindergarten. *sniff*
Two days ago, he came home from school with a laceration, a pretty bad small cut on his side that had a band aid over it.
I didn’t freak out, stuff happens and kids fall down when they’re playing. Boys will be boys and all that. But he did say that a boy I’ll call “M” pushed him down.
Ok, I said, accidents happen. But the next day, yesterday, I made sure to ask some questions after school. I put my boy on my lap and casually said “We’re going to play a question game, okay?”
“Okay,” he said. I asked “What was the best part of your day today at school? He replied “The volcano.”
I said “Oh, did you make a volcano?”
“Did it explode?”
“Yes, it did.”
“That’s so cool!” I exclaimed, “Ok, then what was the worst part of your day at school today?”
“The pushing,” he frowned.
Crap! “Did the same boy push you, was it “M”?” I asked.
“Yes, “M and O.”
So it was TWO boys ganging up on him now! WTH? I told my husband, who said he knew M’s father from the golf course. He called him and the father said he would talk to his son about it immediately.
A few minutes later, M’s dad called back, saying M is not even in Bex’s class this year. It turns out there is another boy with the same first name who is the alleged culprit! Ack! My husband apologized, so embarrassing!
I asked Bex if it was a different M than the one he went to preschool with, he said yes, a different one. That sorted out, we realized we didn’t know this kid’s family, so we emailed the teacher to alert her.
She said all the right things and that she would talk to the boys today, Bex said it happened at recess near the basketball hoop.
I told Bex that pushing is against the rules in basketball. I actually cried over this last night, I can’t stand the thought of my baby being hurt and not being there to help him, I was emotionally bullied in school and it damaged my self esteem big time. I think it contributed to my drinking problem, I really do.
Another mom friend told me that she tells her son to say “I don’t like that” and look the other kid in the eye. If that fails, she tells him to say “Get a life!”
Don’t mess with Texas and don’t mess with my kid.
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