The time I have always dreaded has finally come - some kid has started to bully D1. She has been mentioning this "mean boy" at school for a while now, but last week alarm bells rang when she confided in me that he threatened to punch her in the face if she didn't get out of his way.
Now my first instinct was to find the kid and clock him. Clearly I was overreacting, because, after all, the boy is only 6. But saying out loud to yourself that someone, anyone, has threatened to hurt your child is enough to make any parent's blood boil, especially when she is afraid to do something as simple as go to her cubby.
I went through all the appropriate steps: I talked to the teacher and made sure she took the situation seriously. She moved the kid's cubby away from D1's (and her friend's, who was afflicted with the same problem). She promised to talk to the students about telling a trusted adult when they are frightened or uncomfortable. I was happy about those solutions.
... but I have to admit that I told D1 that if that kid ever threatened her again, she is allowed to punch him, right in the face.
Monday, January 24, 2011
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Sunday, January 2, 2011
Punchline
I always seem to walk into a room right at the punchline of a joke. People start laughing loudly at it, but it makes no sense to me! What a weird situation to be in. Do you laugh along with everyone? Do you pretend you didn't hear the punchline at all? What if you are the first to laugh, after just having walked in?
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