Yesterday when I picked up my daughter from school, she was quieter than usual. I could tell something was bothering her.
"How was school?" I asked.
"I can't remember." She responded.
Not the answer I wanted to hear. In the pit of my stomach, I knew something was wrong. I didn't want to push the issue, so I thought I'd allow her to unwind from her day before I asked any more questions.
Later that afternoon, I was in my room finishing up some things for work. She started to scream at her brother and had a bit of a meltdown. I had no choice but to put her on time out for her behavior. After she had served her time (ha) I asked her to sit down next to me so we could discuss her behavior towards her brother. I couldn't help but think that her behavior was related to whatever it was that may have happened at school. Before I could get a word out of my mouth, She threw herself into my lap and started to cry.
I asked her what was wrong.
"B and I were being mean to me at school."
"What did they do?" I asked.
"They kept pushing me in the chest and making me sit in the wood chips."
I could feel the anger sweep over my entire body. I asked some more questions, she gave me more details. She said she ran away but they followed her.
"Did you tell the teacher? The proctor?"
"No. I was too embarrassed and scared." She replied.
I had to take a few deep breaths.
"Tomorrow, you need to tell the proctor and you need to tell your teacher. And if they put their hands on you again, you need to tell them TO GET THEIR HANDS OFF OF YOU."
She started to cry again.
"But I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I'm afraid they'll hurt me again, Mommy."
Heart, broken.
I've always tried to let my children figure things out first. I don't want to jump into help solve their problems, I want them to learn to handle things on their own. I want them to be able to fight their own battles, so to speak. However, there are times where I have to step in. There are situations that require for me to step in and do something. I feel like this is one of those times. I feel like this is a situation that can and most likely will escalate if I don't intervene now. Maybe it was a one time thing, but then, maybe not. Either way, I feel like I need to speak up RIGHT NOW so that things are handled right away.
Today, I will walk my daughter to class. I will tell her to go play while I talk to the proctor, keeping my eye on her all the while. I will tell the proctor what happened. Then, I will make my way to the classroom to tell the teacher what happened. Then, I was stand back and watch my daughter play from a distance to make sure no one puts their hands on her. And if they do? That's where I'm going to need the Lord God Almighty to sweep me up with his strong, loving arms and hold me back. Because, you know, RAGE.
If you've had a child who has suffered at the hand of Little Bullies, I would love to hear how you handled the situation. Any advice you have to offer would be appreciated.







I'm going to have to blog a response, because it's too long. But I think you're doing exactly the right thing. Empower her, but also, in kindergarten? Tell an authority figure what's happening so they are aware and vigilant, too.