My heart is aching as horrible events unfold all around me. As a Mom I am struggling with how to protect my kids from harm, how to prepare them for the world we live in, and how to keep Faith despite all of the evil that we are faced with.
Yesterday, the news broke the story of the explosions at the Boston Marathon. It's simply unbelievable. We know people who were there, after working so hard for so long to accomplish a life long goal, they never reached the finish line. Thankfully they escaped the disaster without any physical injuries, but I think we all suffered emotional trauma nonetheless. I like the idea to focus less on the negativity and watch for the "helpers" and the outpouring of love and support as we stand united. This helps our kids see that there are so many good people in the world and that we can't let evil prevail.
As I stood at the bus stop yesterday with Max waiting to hug my big boys I was again hit with another dose of evil. My middle man Bryce stepped off the bus missing his usual happy grin and he ran to my arms in tears. He looked up at me with blood on his hands and blood dripping from his nose to tell me he was punched in the face on the bus. I cannot tell you how bad I wanted to sit on the ground and cry with him. Unfortunately, this is not our family's first experience with a bully, but it was Bryce's first experience. No matter if it's the first time or the 5th time it hurts beyond words.
A boy next to Bryce took Bryce's hand and formed it into a fist, then he punched Bryce's face with it so hard his head hit the kid next to him. When Bryce told me this, I took him to the bus and asked for the boy to come to the front. When I asked the other boy what happened he said Bryce's story was true but it was an accident. I explained to the boy that you don't accidentally punch some one's face after forming a fist with his hand. I also asked the boy to apologize to Bryce. The bus driver wrote down their names and said the boy will now sit in the front seat of the bus.
When we got home I cleaned up with blood from Bryce's hands and face, talked more with the boys about it, hearing their worries and concerns, helping them understand what they can learn from the situation. I then called the principal who said she would pull the bus tape, talk to the boy and his parents.
What concerns me the most is that the boy showed no remorse what.so.ever. Honestly, Bryce is a tough cookie and I was impressed with how he handled himself and the situation, but he is only a first grader, 7 years old, it makes me sad.
Now I am stuck trying to find the words to teach our boys not to take crap from people without going against everything else we've taught them. Clearly, I don't want them getting into fights, but I don't want them to constantly be targets either.
The world we live in is full of challenges; we have to do what we can to equip our kids for life's adventures. I would certainly welcome advice . . . it takes a village doesn't it?
Christmas Eve and Christmas at Nonnie and Bop's
11 years ago

