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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
we are not immune.
If these are not the very first words you've ever read in my blog, you probably already know that my school years were not happy socially, especially in elementary school and let's not forget seventh grade which was, if possible, even worse than sixth grade, but I'm not sure that IS possible. And if these ARE the first words you've ever read in my blog, you know this now. So if I were to tell you that I take my kids to a homeschooling moms' Bible study where the moms study and talk while the kids (a substantial number of them, maybe... fifteen? twenty?... most of whom the kids know from Sunday School and AWANA) run around outside and play, and that the kids there had, in the two times we've gone, been mean to my children in various ways, you might have some idea that it would maybe break my heart a little. Or a lot.
Now, let's be clear and say that homeschooled-kid-with-mom-in-the-next-room "being mean" is not quite on the level of three-hundred-kids-on-the-playground-and-one-has-Rachel-Germs "being mean". And it's handled much differently once authority figures catch on. Last time we were there, two weeks ago, the girls, led by the two cute little alpha-females in the group, told C to wait outside a gate while they went in a paddock to "get things ready" for part of an elaborate game of pretend they had going on, and then they just let her sit out there and never called her to come in. (OK, my heart just constricted AGAIN.) Within half an hour of our arrival home, before C had even told me much of what had gone on, one girl's mother had called to allow her daughter to apologize to mine, and the other did the same the next morning, just as I was on my way to the phone -- literally -- to call her. So yes, dealt with differently, but still oh so painful. This week C says the girls were very nice to her -- although in watching her run around with them she still had an 'outsidish' kind of look -- but it was LT's turn. The boys -- these boys are preteens, by the way -- played hide and seek. From him. Without telling him that was what they were going to do. He is taking this far less hard than I (internally) am, but still, he doesn't like it.
Did I pass some kind of Socially Unacceptable gene on to my children? Are they just "the new kids", and they don't fit in yet but they will soon? How many times should a mother let her children experience this kind of thing before she concludes that the world is simply not fit for associating with and steps decorously away from it? I tell you, it makes me want to circle the wagons and just keep them home where nobody will ever hurt them like that, even though I know that's not really the best idea in the long run. I know this is my own history speaking, and my own Issues rearing their ugly heads. Home was my haven, but I just couldn't stay there all the time, no matter how much I wished I could. My kids... could, theoretically. I know, I know, it wouldn't be healthy and we need to find ways to work through these kinds of troubles in a constructive way and all that, but right now my injured-mama-bear self just instinctively wants to pull them in close and keep them away from a cruel childish world that is out there just waiting to break their hearts like it broke mine for so long.
Comments
I think that all kids will experience that kind of teasing at some point in their life. What matters is how it's handled by everybody involved. I was teased mercilessly in school from age 12-14 and nobody ever did anything. I honestly don't remember if I ever told my parents until it was long over, but the teachers knew and did nothing. I'm pretty sure that for your kids to know that people of authority stand up for them will make all the difference.
Posted by: Maria at February 26, 2008 11:22 PM
Coincidentally, I read this post immediately after this one. (Her middle daughter is adopted from China and has PTSD issues they're still finding out about; her stepson was dumped by his mother on her parents, who spoiled him rotten until the father and stepmother were able to get custody.) I suspect one of the hardest parts about parenting has got to be dealing with your kids' problems in a way that's about them rather than about you. Though this sort of thing has got to suck for all concerned.
Posted by: Anonymous at February 27, 2008 12:04 AM
I'm sorry your kids are being singled out like that. Obviously I have no "mom-type" experience-- only memories from my own childhood-- and those are from both sides of the coin. I've been teased /taunted before, but I've also been one of those kids who-- though I didn't actively torment the other kid-- just stood by while he was ignored and /or talked about with disgust. It doesn't justify it, but I was afraid that defending him would make them target me, too. On the other hand, my best friend in sixth grade wasn't at all popular, and by being her best friend, I lost some "social standing", too...
Anyway, like you say, you can't really protect your children from mean kids forever-- or even if you can keep them away from mean kids, they'll probably have to deal with mean *people* sooner or later. (People always talk about how "kids can be so cruel". Yeah, they can, but so can adults!)
Maybe things will improve with a little more time. I'd say that you're good as long as your kids know that they can come to you with any problems they're having and can trust you to protect them (in this case, keep them away from the mean kids). If they're acting like they really don't want to go to the study/playdate, I'd reconsider, but if they're ok, it must not be bothering them too much.
Maybe it would help if they could bring along a good friend one day-- someone they (and you) could count on to stick by them. I don't know if the "rules" would allow that, but it's a thought. It might deter the others from singling them out, and it would provide a built-in playmate, even if the other kids insisted on being mean.
Phew! Sorry for the rambling comment!
Posted by: Michael at February 27, 2008 05:32 AM
Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't have much terribly helpful to say, but I can definitely relate. Maybe when they are less new they will find their places in the group, or at least a few good friends to hang out with.
Posted by: Kat with a K at February 27, 2008 09:04 AM
This is painfully familiar.... I remember when this sort of thing used to happen to me, and my parents' advice was, 'Laugh it off! Don't let the words/actions hurt you.' The thing is, this doesn't stop bullying, even the mildest forms. I guess the main thing you can do for your kids is to teach them resilience. You also need to teach them how to 'fight back' - not literally, but how to hang onto their sense of self and identity, and not to let the words and actions of others take that away from them. In my years of teaching I have seen that it is the kids who are strong who immediately squash any kind of intimidation. It's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease. :) I used to slink off and cry... but it is the kids who yell back or stand up for themselves who stop getting picked on.
I loathe and despise this kind of thing, but I am so thankful now that I know a Father who can help this to be overcome. Praying for you and yours.
Valerie
Posted by: Valerie at February 27, 2008 10:57 PM
Sorry, previous comment was me, and I don't know why the link didn't show but it's yesterday's entry at mimiboo dot net.
Posted by: Dichroic at February 28, 2008 05:06 AM
I'm very, very sorry that your kids (and you) have dealt with this. I, too, as a homeschooling mom with children ranging from 5 to 18 have seen this nastiness, but mostly inflicted by little girls who have already established their inner circle and, in very ugly ways, make that clear to my daughters. I constantly wonder what we've done wrong and often want to scratch these girls' eyes out, but I also wonder why their parents don't see and address it. In the interim, I guess I just try to raise my kiddos to accept others and be kind, to never treat people "that way." I hope it works.
Posted by: thicket dweller at February 28, 2008 12:46 PM
I would be heartbroken, too, Rachel. {{Hugs}}
Posted by: Denise at February 28, 2008 06:52 PM
Remember when we were kids: "Sticks and stones can break your bones, but names will never hurt you". Like you, the kids will grow into adults and learn how to deal with judgmental people. You and I know why these kids would tease other kids. Same as the ones who would torment you. Imagine the lack of love and security they receive in their own homes. Your kids have all the love in the world and good values set forth before them; as did you. Let them learn now the reality of the world now while they are young enough for you to train that those ways of action are never ok. If you remind the kids that they are in charge of their feelings; they can't get hurt.
Shea
Posted by: Anonymous at February 29, 2008 08:42 AM
Well, it looks like everyone has great advice here! At least your kids don't have to go to school with them. When I was little I had absolutely no friends. Even the girl who was supposed to be my "best friend" was totally two-faced. I was not only badly picked on (I was the Hairy Snooper, because I wasn't allowed to shave and I was a little nosey) but I was beat up all the time too.
My mother was my champion. She was constantly threatening kid's parents and going to the school to yell at the principal for allowing these things to go on. Even though her tactics worked...After one head was chopped off another one would grow in it's place.
The point is, we all have dealt with this kind of abuse as children in some way and most of us have grown up OK. I love you!
Posted by: jenn at March 4, 2008 12:57 PM
I forgot to add, I think one important thing (And you know I have no kids so you can tell me to shut up if I don't know what I'm talking about) is to teach your kids not to hold onto anger and hatred towards those who picked on them. That anger doesn't hurt anyone but the one carrying it around. When I was in grammar school there was this girl who kept threatening to beat me up. I can't remember the reason but I lived in fear. My mom suggested I do something nice for her. Show her I can be her friend, someone to be on her side. I did and the girl changed her mind and became something of a body guard for me (I was always being beaten up) for a few months until she moved away.
Posted by: jenn at March 4, 2008 01:00 PM