Kindergarten part III
Part 3? You know it. The “fun” never stops!
So where to start? Approximately 2 weeks before Christmas. I will start there.
I was in line for my lady’s first Christmas concert. I was with my Dad for the matinée performance. We were super excited. I couldn’t wait. I happened to glance over at where my daughter and her class were lined up to go inside after lunch had ended. I could see some commotion. I couldn’t tell what was happening until it became clear. There was a boy that had her and he had her by the neck of her jacket and was trying to drag her around or drag her down. I called out for them to stop. It wasn’t stopping. It seemed to be going on and getting worse. At this point I started to walk very quickly to them yelling for them to stop. As I got closer the boy was getting more aggressive and I started to run. Umbrella and purse in hand and screaming at this point for him to let go of her. As I got to where they were he backed her up to a parked car and had his arm drawn back and fist ready to punch her. I yelled firmly and loudly to STOP. He had a grip on her jacket still and I reached down and I ripped him off of her.
About 30 minutes later the concert started. I was a mess inside. I couldn’t focus at all on the beauty of what was my child singing in her first concert. She wasn’t herself up on the stage. I sat and replayed what I had just witnessed in my head over and over. It was devastating to say the least. That 90 minutes or so of the concert was one of the longest moments of my life. I just wanted to see my child and hug her and take her home. When I picked her up she got in the car and she cried so hard. Needless to say we missed the night concert. She said she didn’t feel safe.
That, by the way, was a concert I had waited 10 years to see. Our little boy never made it to school and this “1st” was a special one for me. Ruined by the events before it.
So this was our first physical experience at school.
It obviously made me think a lot about how we go about this with our daughter. We are not advocating more violence. We talked to some parents and probably more than half said we should tell her to hit him back. We didn’t. I don’t judge advice like that or if other parents teach their children that. We just won’t. It does really make you think as a parent what you want to talk to your child about should another incident happen like this.
I thought for sure that I would be the first person to teach my own children to hit back. Push back. Yet I don’t feel that way which is odd for me because I am very much an action first and talk about it later person. My husband is the complete opposite. Calm cool composed. Think first and act after. Ironically in this instance I am on the same page. Now if my daughter was older I may think about it a little different but at 5 years old I feel (for myself and not judging any others) that giving a child permission to hit back could back fire. At 5 they sometimes think that if they bump into someone it’s a license to hit. I don’t want to put that pressure on my daughter and I don’t want to give her that golden ticket to fight just because someone bumped into her or might have stepped on her foot accidentally. It may sound hokey but I really want her to use her words. They can be loud and screaming words but I would rather her use her words than get physical. I know at this age it isn’t easy but this is how she will learn.
Some parents thought it wasn’t really a big deal but more did. Again, no judging. We don’t feel it is not a big deal. This was a really big one to us. It has many branches of problems attached to it. This is potentially how bullying starts, the physical outcome of this incident could have been far worse if I wasn’t there to stop it, if it happens again when we don’t make a big deal out of it and for the child hitting who knows if there could be any issues that they need help with. Branches. Lots of branches.
Heading back to school last week after Christmas break my daughter was really anxious about going back and seeing this boy again. She was worried he would put his hands on her again. I assured her that he had to have learned his lesson and he wouldn’t. If he did to yell very loudly for an adult to help her. I was confident that he wouldn’t do this again. But guess what. He did. Another student. My daughter witnessed it and came home and the fears were now worse. I told her that she could push back. I didn’t want her to hit anyone but she could push someone away. She cried and said she didn’t want to put her hands on anyone and she didn’t want to get in trouble. Thinking about it, I thought I should at least teach her how to try to get out of holds if someone grabs her again so we went over holds and how she could get out of them. It would at least give her some confidence going to school each day. She had almost nightly bad dreams about facing him. She was cranky every morning not wanting to go. This isn’t how she normally is. She loves school. She looked forward to it every day. 2 days last week she cried asking me not to send her to school. When she got home I would ask her “what was the best part of your day?”. She would say “recess”. I then asked why etc. and she said she played all by herself. That she needed peace and a break. That usually would hurt my heart since she has had a bit of a hard time at school since September with kids leaving her out. It didn’t hurt my heart this time. I thought she probably needed it and quite frankly she was probably trying to stay away from any possible incidents. The last 2 days of school last week were better during the breaks.
I honestly thought Kindergarten would be easy. I think it should be. I don’t think it should be this hard. I don’t recall any of this when I was 5 or even when my sister was 5. It’s just been one thing after another and I am so hoping for peace and a break my daughter, myself and my husband. That’s a pretty decent request I think.
Here’s to hoping week 2 of being back is better.
Kindergarten Part III … let’s toast to Part IV being unicorns and rainbows!
Tiffani
tiffani_warnick@yahoo.com