Through a torrent of tears, he spilled the truth.
A bully. One who tripped and laughed at my sensitive middle son. Evan claims it was a regular occurrence. One that happened on the playground. The reason that recess wasn't always a fun topic when I'd ask him how his day had gone.
"That's why I wanted to be homeschooled so bad! I hated that bully! He made me feel so sad inside!"
Tears ran down both of our cheeks.
We talked. I consoled. He released several months' worth of sadness and pent-up emotion. I listened and stroked his sweaty forehead while suffering my own torment. Why didn't he just come out and say something earlier? Because this child doesn't work that way. My baby was in anguish for God only knows how long (he even went so far as to talk about a different boy who picked on him in kindergarten) and I couldn't find the right strings to pull to help him open up.
Once he spills though? It's a lengthy episode. Many problems will be released at once, which wipes us both out.
I am so glad he opened up. I am so glad he is able to make friends in a situation where the adults are able to listen to him. The playground is a fun place for most, but brutal for those who are targeted...
Suddenly, the lights are switched on and many questions about Evan are easier to decipher...
Oh yeah.... I forgot I had a homeschool blog!
7 years ago