I am ready to share one of the smaller issues. Which really, if I look at it by itself, it is nowhere near small. It is heartbreaking. But as an overall whole of what we are facing, it’s seems like a little thing. But trust me, as a mother, deep down I know it is not.
Back in late January I received a call from the vice principal of Sweet Boy’s school. I call my son Sweet Boy for a reason. If you met my kid, you’d know why. But when the V.P. calls it is never a good thing. He asked that I come in. I dropped what I was doing and went to the school immediately. It wasn’t what you might think. It wasn’t what I first thought.
Sometimes a life altering event has a domino affect to all other area’s of life. It can be a a happy rise or a devastating out of control spiral.
Sweet Boy had quit wearing his hooded jacket in early January. No amount of pleading was working. It was a daily battle. Even though we live in Arizona the desert can get cold at night in the winter. Not to the point of snow, but when an average temp is 110 degrees, 40 seems pretty chilly. I would walk him to the bus stop in the morning with him just wearing jeans, an undershirt, a long sleeve shirt, a beanie hat and mittens, but no coat. I would then watch as his nose would turn bright pink. The other mom’s would ask “Why isn’t he wearing a coat?” I could only shrug my shoulders. I thought it was a phrase, a response brought on by other things we were experiencing in our family. By late January the boy and I had a showdown throwdown. He was wearing a coat or else!!! He wore the coat. It was a Tuesday. On Thursday I got the call.
It would seem that a group of boys, 12 to be exact, had been taking turns grabbing Sweet Boy by the hood of his jacket and pulling it to the point where it would choke him. They would then pull him down to the ground and proceed to shove things like rocks, leaves, etc down his shirt and pants and various other things in his mouth. There was also constant verbal taunting. For weeks this was done out of the sight and hearing of the adult playground aids who had a tendency to cluster together in a circle talking instead of walking the grounds as they should have.
Sweet Boy got on the phone. “Mom, we’ve worked it out. It’s fine.” My panic escalated. “It’s not fine!” I replied. To which he responded with “Mom, you talk to me about forgiveness all the time. I have forgiven him. Why can’t you?”
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