Every day as part of our bedtime routine with the boys we discuss what happened that made us happy and what made us sad over the course of the day. Usually EBoy’s first response when EDad asks him what made him sad is “Mommy, what made me sad today?” (shortly followed by his dream request for the night which has to begin with NOT being about ETot’s big noggin).
One night he immediately told us something had made him sad that day. A boy in his class had told EBoy that he smells like a pig.
Smells? Like a pig? My freshly bathed and always tidy sweet EBoy most certainly must be dealing with a horrific terrifying bully at school. The overreacting flip switched on in my brain and internally I was already making plans to confront the boy, teachers, parents, administration, any and every person who had been privy (or completely ignorant) of my son’s wronging. I finally actually thought to ask him what happened after this mistreatment. Turns out EBoy told his teacher, the offending boy was sent to time out, and later he apologized to EBoy.
This boy is actually one of his best friends and EBoy told me he’s so glad that he knows him. School is a joy for him and each day he can’t wait to get there. EBoy already knows that just because people say hurtful things it doesn’t mean that they really intended to hurt you and it’s ok to confront them and forgive.
My little big boy is so much stronger than I ever realized, and is teaching me that same strength each and every day. I knew parents were responsible for being teachers but I never realized how much learning we have to do from the little teachers in our lives.