I have written about my worst fear before. The fear of my sons school start. The fear of him being the misunderstood. The bully. The punk-ass kid no one likes. The disliked child.
The first 6 weeks went like heaven! The school didn’t understand my worries, because it went so well.
Well, then things turned. In a heartbeat.
Now he is the bully. He needs to be watched to protect another child.
I just don’t understand this. But I am not shrugging it off as an innocent thing either. I don’t understand his actions, and he can not explain them either.
Well, he is six years old.
He is not a demon child out to hurt anyone. He is not being cruel because he likes it. He just don’t understand certain social codes.
So before the fall break I spoke to his school and I had faith in the teacher and student counselor. I still do.
But I don’t have faith in the other child’s parents.
I have not spoken about this case with anyone around me for one single reason.
I LIVE IN A TINY VILLAGE WHERE WORDS TRAVEL FASTER THAN A FART!
And I hold my son responsible for his part in this. And I want to give the school and him a chance to make the changes that is needed for. I give my son a chance to change. I don’t think this is his path to a life as a bully.
But today the other parents show me that they have no intention to see my son as a good child that can change.
They are talking about this case with other parents. So a parent I don’t know posted a message on Facebook in the class group that “someone” is being bullied and we need a meeting to solve this.
The parents need a meeting to solve this.
I just saw the gossip spread, the questions, and the feelings. The hate. The stress.
So in desperation I posted in the same group that I am aware of my sons actions, that we are being guided by the school and that they are doing their best to help both of these boys.
I don’t need a “town-meeting” where people meet up to figure out who this horrible bully of a kid is.
I need grown ups that understand that these kids are 6 years old and need guidance and help. But most of all more love and acceptance.
But my first thought when all this happened?
Well my son wasn’t the only one who went back to his old patterns. I was ready to pack my suitcase, throw the kids in the car and leave that place faster than ever!
But I stayed.
I want to fight for my son. He deserves someone who fights for him. He deserve to be given the chance to change. To understand his own lacks.
He is a good child. A caring and lovable child.
So I am rolling up my sleeves and I am getting ready for the biggest fight of my life!
Accepting his wrong doing, helping him to change and still never stop loving him!