I was having a heart-to-heart with my 10 year old son last night. One of those "it's time to turn the lights out - but Mom I want to chat" moments. When the real stuff that happened at school comes out and hopes and disappointments surface. Somehow night time is the vulnerable time where hearts can be shared safely.
"I want to kill her."
And so I found out about the f-bomb that exploded at school when small girl-S pushed my son just a bit too far. The two were pulled out of class and had to apologise to each other. But when the details of the story came out last night with a few sniffs and eye wipes, small girl-S and small girl-I have been teasing and teasing and laughing at my boy for a few weeks now. It makes lining up in the morning unbearable. And for a boy who dislikes being laughed at (at the best of times), it's torturous.
Thank goodness for lovely teachers who, when a situation and context is given, will help out and address this at school. It's also a real faith lesson to have to learn. How to deal with other kids, how to deal with words, how to forgive, how to return kindness, and especially how sharp answers stir wrath but soft answers bring peace.
Shew. Life lessons in Grade 4.
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