This has been a long week, from dealing with feeling very uncomfortable while being pregnant, to worrying over bills, getting everything that I need for the baby. I have been on this emotional roller coaster not knowing what to do. Everything finally seems to start to fall in place and, of course, just when things are going good, here we go with a whole new worry. This isn’t a normal worry for me and I didn’t expect it so soon. My Pre-K son Thomas has his first school bully!
It all started about a month and a half ago. He came home telling me that this little boy was calling him stinky butt. I was steaming, because he hasn’t had any accidents. I bathe him every morning, so I know my son is no stinky butt. I asked my son what he said to the little boy calling him stinking butt. He told me I called him stinky butt back. I told him that saying it back to him was being a bully just like the other little boy and from now on not to do that but to tell him, “That’s not nice, I don’t like that,” then tell the teacher who is bothering him and what he is doing. Well, he only complained about that for a couple of days and then wasn’t saying anything else about it. One day I asked him about it, and he told me “He’s not calling me that anymore.”
For the next few weeks everything seemed to be fine. Then one morning about a week ago he asked me to walk him to the gym, which is where kids go in the morning while waiting for school to start. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw not one boy, but two, yelling at my son, “You’re a baby, you’re a baby.” I felt like the worst person in the world and just stood there lost, not knowing what to do. I couldn’t leave him and I couldn’t jump in and save the day, because then what would they call him? It was one of the most confusing/frustrating moments of motherhood thus far. He finally yelled back at the little boys, saying, “That’s not nice, you leave me alone.” The teacher’s aide walked over and all three of them got fussed at for yelling, and my son was just doing what I told him to do. I was so angry I wanted to scream at everyone there, DON’T YOU WATCH WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON WITH THESE KIDS IN THE MORNING!!! However, that was more of a scene than I was willing to dish out at the moment.
Later that day I picked my son up from school and when I asked him how his day went he said that another little boy was calling him Thomas the Train. He was crying and saying, “That’s not my name, I am Thomas, not Thomas the Train and it hurts my feelings really, really bad when he calls me that.” I decided I was fed up at this point because, really, after this long, is no one at his school doing anything about it? There are even No Bullying Allowed signs all over the school, so why is this still going on? I was firm on my decision that first thing Monday morning his teacher and I were going to have a talk.
I got there Monday morning and saw his teacher immediately. I told her what had been going on, and she said the little boy calling him stinky butt had been taken care of. She knew about that and it hadn’t happened since the first week of school. The boy calling him Thomas the Train was not trying to be mean, he is just obsessed with Thomas the Train and was trying to compliment Thomas on his name. She told me that my son cried really hard when the boy called him that, and she made him apologize, and they are friends again. That the little boy just loves my son to death first and mostly because of his name. So she talked to the little boy’s mommy and told her that maybe over the weekend you could have a talk with your son and explain to him that even though he is trying to tell Thomas something nice that it also hurts his feelings because that’s not his name. Now after the whole crying episode my son had, another little boy was calling him a baby because of it. However, that Thomas wasn’t the only one, that the little boy was calling everyone that for any reason, and that he actually got his parents called at home and had a whole meeting about it Friday evening, and that she would make sure after that appointment, that it never happened again to any kid while she was his teacher this year. She told me she was so sorry, but not to worry everything was okay.
When I picked my son up Monday evening, he told me he had a great day, but that the one little boy still says his name is like Thomas the Train. I explained to him that the little boy really likes him and that he loves Thomas the Train, and that it was a good thing. I said to him, you’re fast like Thomas the Train, strong like him, and you can whistle like him and that is what the little boy is trying to tell you. He was so happy, he loved that idea, and now he has to tell everyone he talks to and everyone he meets that he is Thomas the Train and all the reasons why. I love it, and maybe, just maybe I over reacted, but that’s what a momma does so, no, I don’t feel bad. I’m just glad that part is over with, only 12 1/2 more years of worrying over school to go. Ha!