Thursday, November 19, 2009

Heart Breaker

My guy's heart is broken.

He has been pushed down and kicked, literally, by the lady in his life.

Grant likes the girls. He loves to chase them at recess, tease them in the classroom, and give them smiles galore.

It seems quite harmless, but I guess it has gone too far. This year when one girl, Jannie*, found out she had Grant in her class, she was like, "Oh no!" Grant loves to tease Jannie, mercilessly. I told her to just let him know if it was too much and ask him to stop. I kept telling myself that maybe the girls like being teased too.

Maren* was the new girl this year, chasing her and her best friend Haddie* outside. I made sure to keep reminding Grant not to take it too far, or the girls aren't going to like him back. "But Mom, they chase us too!" So, I didn't worry much about it.

Haddie then became Grant's new flavor of the month, most likely because she is in his own class and sat in the same group. I heard it from the teacher and aide at conferences when I asked if he was being a respectful classmate. "Grant loves Haddie. Always has to sit right next to her when she is reading and stuff. Not a problem though. Cute." And Grant told me one student always lets him cut in front of her if she is by Haddie.

These kids are so cute, I thought. And I even joked about it with Haddie's mother. Precious and sweet. Awww.

The tables have turned. "Grant, when did you get that cut on your leg?" Recess, last Friday. "Maren pushed me down and kicked me." "So did Haddie."

He was dead serious, somber, with sadness being read all over his face. "They said they don't like me, Mom."

"Sometimes girls just say that to tease you back, Grant. Maybe that's what they meant."

No, it wasn't what they meant. He knew that his heart had been broken. And mine as well.

I just didn't know what to say. I think I probably confused him more than I helped him. I told him she wasn't worth it if she was going to treat him that way. I told him to let those girls know they shouldn't be kicking and pushing, and to ask them why they did it. I told him to just play with the boys from now on. I told him to calm down on the girl-teasing. I told him maybe he ought to apologize to Haddie and Maren for teasing them so much. I asked him if he wanted me to call Haddie's mom.

I probably should have just given him a hug and told him it was going to be okay.

Wisdom is what I pray for. Maybe by the time my last child goes through it all, I will have it down. But I will just plod along trying my best, I guess. What would others do, I also thought?

I'm probably making a bigger deal out of it than need be. And I'm sure Grant was at fault in some way too. Two sides to the story, always.

This child is a wonderful boy. He is smart, outgoing, smiley, adventurous, among many other super traits. I pray as a mother I do not stifle his personality. If part of being who Grant is, in that he is a big teaser, then go for it. I just need to teach him and guide him in learning how to be a friend in other ways also.

Or maybe teasing and chasing girls at recess and hitting the one you "like" is just part of being a 3rd grader. Hmmm....


*names changed to protect the innocent (until proven guilty) (and when guilty, my baby's mama is coming to get you!)

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Dear Blog,

Have you missed me? Let me start off by saying sorry, sorry I've neglected you. Really, by neglecting you, I have been neglecting me. It's only been brought to my attention lately that I haven't been visiting with you and sharing with you.

I know, you have heard rumors. I'm sorry I was lured over to the world of Facebook. I know, I said I wouldn't get sucked in. And, please know, I haven't given myself fully to FB. (That's "Facebook" in FB terminology.) If I had given myself fully, I would be updating my status every hour with trivial daily goings-on, like, "I just went poop," or "I'm leaving for carpool now." You get it, right?

Anyway, Blog, Facebook isn't the reason, so don't blame them.

What I share with you are things that make me smile in my life - something about the kids, some daily obscurity - or something I needed to get off my chest (something I could share with not only you, but also the whole world, without them becoming over analytical about my life). And it's been a rough year over here. I haven't seen those things that make me smile. I have had a hard time enjoying boys who are extremely naughty. I have had a hard time facing the day with no motivation. I have had a hard time without encouraging words in my life.

So, Blog, I haven't had any joy to share with you or any crazy, random thoughts because my joy is being squelched and my thoughts are dreary. I do not want to share those words with the world, knowing those words will be forever stamped into the wide world of the web.

Yet, one has to press on. You have to move forward slowly, even if it is one little inch at a time, or you are never going to get anywhere. And silly me, I know (and so does my therapist), that I find joy in writing. Thus, I will press on. I will start the day with an extra prayer, asking for joyous moments and the ability to see and acknowledging them. And then, Blog, I will share my life with you.

With Sincere Forgiveness and Remorse,

Amy
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