Do you see this? Above the eyebrow?This is the mark that was on Me First’s head when he came home from school. It wasn’t there when he left this morning. He says he doesn’t know how he got it, but I suspect it has something to do with the reason he came home from school crying and screaming (again) today: Scratch Boy hit him upside the head with his PE bag.
Why would he do that? Me First said “Cause I was throwing rocks.”
“At the boy?”
“No. I was coming home and throwing rocks and kicking rocks and then they chased me and they hit me with the bag.”
I don’t even know where to start….I don’t understand this obsessive compulsive need to kick and or throw every single rock-like object one comes across. Whenever I am out with Me First, or in with Me First for that matter, every five seconds or so I have to remind him, again, that throwing and kicking rocks is not appropriate behavior. Outside, not surrounded by other people, then go ahead, be my guest, but we live in a city of 3,000,000 people crammed into the space of a matchbox. There are very few times and places where one can indulge this primitive need to project a projectile.
We delved into the rocky mess of his psyche a little deeper. Turns out that today, Scratch Boy and his twin (have I mentioned he was a twin?) were teasing Me First about walking home with a girl last week.. Me First was throwing the rocks because it made him feel better about the teasing. Then they bashed him on the head with a bag full of clothes and a hat. The brim must have hit his head, otherwise I don’t know what else could leave a mark.
Children should be able to go to school without being assaulted. This is common sense. But I am at a total loss as to what to do. I want to walk him to and from school, but he says they’ll tease him at school if I do (which is probably true.) I suggested he go to the after school program for a bit so he doesn’t have to walk home at the same time, but he says he’s tired and wants to come home…and really the other kids are the ones who should be isolated from the school population if they can’t walk home without beating up on other kids.
I called the school last week about the eraser. I wrote a letter about the ruler, but the teacher “talked” to the boys and now Me First is just thoroughly confused about the incident. He says he loaned the ruler to Scratch Boy, Scratch Boy says he put it back on his desk when he wasn’t there but then maybe it fell on the floor….
None of that makes sense. He didn’t need to “borrow” it when the teacher had just handed them out to everyone. You don’t return something to someone when they aren’t there and then “maybe it fell on the floor” ?? And I guess the words jumped out of his mouth when he called Me First a “foreigner” and an “American.” Me First has never considered either of those labels to be negative, and he’s confused about that. And today maybe Scratch Boy’s bag just flew into Me First’s face. Oh yeah, and then there was that time he f@cking scratched up Me First’s arm and left a line of scabs all over his forearm, reckon maybe his fingernails just jumped off his fingers and did that of their own accord?
And maybe I’m just feeling sad, and alone, and helpless, every bit as confused and bewildered as my child. Maybe he did something to attract the wrath of the other kid, who knows, but coming home scratched up is not okay. It’s never okay.