We had our first bully incident yesterday. I’m not going to get into the details of the encounter because I’m not sure a certain pre-teen would appreciate it. Just know it was LilZ trying to stand strong against a bully. While the bully wasn’t impressed.
Since it occurred after school, while the kids were waiting for the bus, the security guy wrote it down in his magic notebook and said they’d meet about it today. LilZ seemed a bit unsettled by it all, but not as much as I would have been. He’s just so damn laid-back. I told him I was going to call the school today to make sure there was a follow-up. They take bullying very seriously there, the principal even gave out her home phone number to report cyber-bullying that may occur after school hours. They insist that if they nip bullying in the bud when it first shows it’s face – they can prevent an epidemic of it.
This has me beyond freaked out. It wasn’t a huge incident, no one was hurt or anything. But – I’m a mother. My son was threatened. It makes the den-mother side of me rage in ways I probably shouldn’t transcribe. I would love to go up there and cause a huge scene to make sure this kid is kicked out of the school. Hell, I would love to kick him out myself. Do you think they’d let me?
No, I know. I don’t really think the kid should be kicked out or anything. Nor will I go up there and raise a stink when my son is old enough that a move like that could cause embarassment on a deathly level. But I will call. And I’ll try not to refer to LilZ as “my baby” while conveying my concern. This is new parental territory for me. Territory I hoped I’d never have to cross. Territory I’m incredibly unprepared for. Freaked out is probably an understatement – now that I think about it.
That’s it. Nikki is grounded until she’s 25.