And so beings the start of another school year, my boys are growing up fast one in his last year of primary school the other in year 2. Last year was trying school year to say the least, while my children had great teachers they both struggled with social issues. My eldest due to the school yard bully and my youngest due to just being him I guess.
Before leave for school today Master 7 came to realization that this would be the last school year for quite some time that he would be attending the same school as his brother. Next year Master 11 ventures off to High School. Master 7 was starting to panic you could see it in his eyes.
He turned to me and said “who will look after me in the playground, who will stop the bullies?”
I replied “you will be fine and it’s a year away so no need to worry about it.”
Not satisfied he proceeded to explain how his stomach was feeling funny, how it felt like it was jumping inside.
Again I calmed him down “they are just nerves of excitement.”
We managed to get over this; but still like so many parents in Sydney today when dropping my children at school this morning. I did so with fingers and toes crossed that this year would be a great school year.
3pm rolls around and there I am waiting at the gate for them both to tell me about their day. They both walk towards me with smiles on their face… and I breathe a sigh of relief day one down only how many more to go?
Much to Master 11 delight he has the same teacher as last year. The boys in his class are all his friends and his bully from last year is in a different class. Yippee we have a winner here.
Master 7 has his best friend in his class, this may be a good or bad thing but he is happy and that’s what counts. His teacher is nice and she can be quiet firm something he needs so I am happy.
So as we jump in the car to drive home they both then hit me with how the bully from last year is at it again during playtime. Sigh perhaps it was too good to be true, until……………
Master 7 “I played with the bully at playtime.”
Master 11 “no he is up to his same old tricks.”
Master 7 “that’s ok I just told the teacher.”
Master 11 “yes the bully knows that he will be told on each time now.”
Me “So Master 7 he was okay with you playing?”
Master 7 “no but I don’t care he is not in charge and I will tell on him every day.”
I sat in the car getting ready to drive away, I know I should show restrain and just say some nice practical parenting advice to them, but I can’t, and I can not hide how happy I am about this turn of events.
“Hi Five Master 7 you handed it to him!”
I drive away feeling guilty for feeling so happy that the bully was handed it to him by my 7-year-old. Yet at the end of the day I am happy he did it! I very proud of how my 7-year-old who this morning feared being bullied stood up and showed that he was not going to be pushed over by child who thinks they are better than everyone else.
So the year began with everyone happy, well maybe the bully was not too happy but ……….