My sons are respectively almost 12 and almost 9.
We have dealt with a lot of things, mostly normal things with the boys. Custody issues with ex’s, bad conduct, anger management, girl talk, you name it, we have come across it and I know I felt all of it coming and it seemed totally natural.
Then yesterday happened.
Short story long, my almost 12 year old came home and immediately wanted to go outside with his friends. But Mom doth protest. You have a room to clean, homework to do. He was so antsy with everything. Rushing through all of it, and in turn jacking it all up.
I am hands on hips, wagging the finger, you have to do your work first. You promised to do your room two days ago. You have to master Mixed fraction division, even if your Math teacher Doesn’t check your homework.
Normal mom crap.
We keep moving along our afternoon getting ready to go to my almost 9 year old’s foot ball practice. I am trying to pre-make dinner, my husband is working on his truck, my youngest is reading, some kid comes to the door asking for my 12 year old. I tell him he will probably be out in about a half hour.
Then, instead of go outside and play he decides he wants to come with me to football practice.
Then as we are walking to the field, and my youngest has ran to his team my oldest starts to cry. Spilling that he was late from the bus because this kid wants to fight him. He said that he defended a friend on the bus and the guy was all, well your mom is fat and ugly and “Has sex with girls.” He is sobbing because he doesn’t want me or my husband, his stepdad, to freak out because he knows we don’t roll with disrespect.
I let him know it is quite different when our KIDS disrespect us, I am not worried about some punk ass 13 year old, and let him know I could care less what he says about me, and that the kid is clearly trying to get under his skin.
Then he cries and says because he didn’t show up for the fight, everyone is going to call him a chicken. Oh and he cries and says you can’t snitch on me. If the kids find out I am a snitch it gets 100 times worse.
Oh, and the kid at the door, is the one who wants to kick my kids ass.
Never seen him, assumed he was a friend from the neighborhood.
This kid has balls.
Came to the house. (Insert Indignation here)
“Excuse me maam, Lovely day we are having. Could I bother you to have your son come out here so I can partake in fisticuffs with him today? Thanks so much, and enjoy your evening.”
Well great. Then the moms at the ballpark who live in the neighborhood tell me this kid has hit broken limbs of other kids, rubbed gum in their hair, fights constantly, and spits random items onto girls. And his parents make excuses when confronted and aren’t concerned with what he is doing the three hours every day he is kicked out of his house to roam our neighborhood looking for his next victim.
So. I can’t call the school, because if I do then I have proven the snitch theory. I can’t protect him because he is in middle school, and that to him would be more devastating than if he got into the actual fight. I offer to take him to school the next day.
“No.” I have to do this.
So. Here I am. I know what happens next. But I also know I probably didn’t do the most popular thing.
What would YOU do?
By the way, the entire time all this is happening I am freaking out internally.
MY BABY BOY IS NOT GOING TO FIGHT HE IS 3 YEARS OLD IN MY MIND AND I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. Nope. No. NOOOOOO……….
Woman on Pause