Over the past week and a half or so, our son has been not liking his preschool. He started the year off doing well. He liked his class, his teacher, and most of all “the park”. Well, he recently has been saying that he doesn’t want to go to school and that he wants to stay home with me and clean. Now I KNOW that something is wrong. So, we figured out what the problem was, rather what the problem is.
There is a certain boy in his class who is really mean to Justice and to the other kids. Let’s call said boy, Bobby. So, my husband has been teaching Justice that he needs to be able to stand up for himself if there is a problem. He’s teaching Justice to not pick a fight, but if need be, to be able to defend himself and others that Bobby picks on. With that in mind, Justice came home from school yesterday and told me that Bobby was being mean to another boy. Let’s call him Danny. Justice then went up to Danny and asked if he wanted him (Justice) to go talk to Bobby. Justice told Danny, “My Dad told me to not let Bobby be mean to anyone and to take care of it”.
Then he gets in the car today and tells me that Bobby and another boy were pushing him down on the playground. My first question every time is, “What did your teacher do”. Every time he says that the teacher doesn’t see it. EVERY TIME! So, then he proceeds to tell me, “I did it, Mom. I did what Dad told me to do. I said Grrr (he grunts), told myself I could do this and I ran at the boys and knocked them down to the ground”. At that moment I felt very proud of him! I could hear it in his voice, too, that he was glad he stood up to those boys! With all this in mind, I will be talking with his teacher again tomorrow to make sure she is watching the kids while they are on the playground. Way to go, Justice!
Now on to Bailey. As we were in line with all the other cars to drop her off for school, she noticed a girl get out of a car and she told me that two of the boys in her class call this little girl fat. Dude, kids can be so mean!!! I got upset and told Bailey, “You need to tell these boys not to say those things and to stop being mean”. Bay asked me why I was yelling at her and I realized that I needed to redirect. I told her I wasn’t upset with her and that I wasn’t yelling at her. I told her to use a strong emphasis with her words when she tells those boys to be nice.
Again, I’m so proud of my kids this week. She came home from school yesterday and said that those boys didn’t see the little girl who they make fun of, so they didn’t make fun of her yesterday. However, she still told them NOT to call that girl fat and they need to be nice to her. Way to go, Bay!
After all is said and done, my kids are learning the wisdom of these verses.
“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”