Jan 19, 2011
I just love my 5 year olds spirit. He's never met someone he didn't think was a friend, is almost always happy, has loads of confidence (which is a blessing as his older brother has to work hard on that) and has that kind of joy that you can see in his eyes. They sparkle.
He's a big kindergartner now. He goes half a day in the afternoon and rides the bus and thinks the whole thing is pretty terrific. That is what we want, right? We nurture them so that they can enter the "real" world with a smile on their face ready to conquer it . . . even as we cry while they leave.
So my happy little boy is one of the youngest on the bus and has an assigned seat. He sits with his great buddy who is a first grade girl that we know well. There is a first grade boy that also sits with them. A few weeks back, my little guy got of the bus and looked like he had been crying. I asked him what was wrong and he really wouldn't say. Then my older son told me that he heard that the first grade boy my baby sits with had punched him. Grrr. I say, "okay baby boy, Here is what you say and do next time." I guessed it was a one time thing. I asked him about it and he really didn't answer but didn't seem upset. But he has been acting odd about the bus. He reminds me to be right by the door of the bus when he gets off every day and has asked me to pick him up. La dee da, I guess my head is in the clouds and I didn't realize what was going on.
So today I get a phone call from the girl in my son's seat that I am friendly with to tell me what she has been told by her daughter. It seems this boy punches my kid and makes him cry every day! My son hadn't left for school yet as I got the call in the morning so I ask him.
He wells up in tears and tells me that this boy used to be his friend and was nice to him. He didn't know why he didn't like him now and was hitting him all the time.
These are those parent moments that we remember. My sweet little boy is more concerned as to why this boy doesn't want to be friends than he is that he is hurting him. I hate that.
It starts so young that a child is exposed to the ugliness of life. That some people are just plain mean. I hate that about life.