Guys, you’ve been reading me long enough to know what Claire’s like. I’m not one to sit here and claim all my kids are perfect. Not by a long shot. I tell it like I see it. But in a general sense, Claire is a good, kind, sweet kid. She’s also quiet and the perfect target for a bully.
Just writing that last sentence makes me want to throw up.
I think Claire’s being bullied.
A few days ago she casually mentioned that a girl on the bus pinched her. I asked her if it was an isolated incident. She said no. She said the girl is verbally mean to her and when she asked her for an apology for pinching her, the bully simply ignored her and pretended Claire didn’t exist.
I was about ten seconds from driving out to the general area of where this kid lives and knocking on every door until I found this brat. But I kept it cool, because Claire is very perceptive and would feed off my anger.
She instantly felt guilty. Like she did something to deserve it.
Sweet, Claire. You did nothing wrong.
Apparently this girl puts her little arm through the crack against the windows and pinches her that way. Claire now has to position herself so that this little brat can’t reach her. She apparently tried again today, but Claire caught her before she could pinch.
When I was a kid, maybe 7 or 8? I was bullied on the school bus. I remember exactly who it was, too. But, because the majority you reading this went to high school with me, I’ll keep the names to myself.
Anywho, the two people who bullied me would pull out my hair, one strand at a time. Even thinking about it now, it makes me sick to my stomach. Why would anyone want to do that to me? I always wondered that. I was quiet on the bus, and they were in the same grade as my sister, but Carly knew nothing of it at the time. I’m pretty sure she would have stuck up for me if she had known. Either way, I never spoke up. Ever. I don’t even think I told my mom or dad. I just sat there, day after day having my hair pulled out, tears rolling down my face, until finally they got bored with me and picked on someone else.
Yes, I’m pissed off that some six year old miscreant thinks it’s OK to bully my kid. Moreover, I’m pissed that she could be bullying someone else, too.
Why Claire? Because she wears glasses? Because she’s quiet? Because she’s so nice? Because she’d never fight back because she knows better? What?
I want to shake this kid. Really badly.
But for now, I’m taking the parenting approach, which is email the principal, wait to hear back. Possibly call her parents. If all else fails, I’ll step on that bus first thing in the morning, call her out LOUD AND CLEAR for all the kids to hear, that that girl is mean. I have no shame. But that’s only a last ditch effort.
Personally, I don’t think it would ever come to that, and I’d hate to embarrass Claire, but I’ve been told I’m a “scary mom” from several of the kids who go to the gym daycare simply because I don’t put up with shit. No, you small child, you don’t get to push that kid, make him cry, then get away with it. I don’t care IF your mom isn’t here. I’m going to tell you what’s up.
And if I catch you throwing that ball one more time when there’s babies on the floor crawling, I’m going to find your mom and you get to tell her why I put you in time out.
Now get off my lawn.
So I have a feeling my last ditch approach would be quite effective. (Seriously, though. I won’t do that, because that’s kind of being a bully is it not?)
She’s in kindergarten. If she was older, I wouldn’t intervene directly. I know she has to learn to fight her own battles and up until now, she’s held her ground, but she’s starting to cry over it. So it’s not getting better. This is where I have to show her that I won’t tolerate someone treating her poorly. Claire, bless her heart, has done everything she can do to try to get the girl to stop. Now I have to be the mom and make sure it stops.
Claire has assured me multiple times that it’s, “not that bad,” but she starts to tear up, so I know it’s getting to her. She doesn’t usually complain, so now I need to be the mom.
I got this.