I went to pick up the boys yesterday from daycare and found my lively three year old in the principal's office. Now I've done my share of time in the principal's office mostly in my early elementary years. (By the time I made it to high school I learned to fly right around that gray area where the punishment didn't quite justify a visit to the big man's office). So I felt like this was an interesting moment being the parent of a boy doing the same thing or at least winding up in the same spot. I think you're just embarrassed as a parent because you assume, rightly or not, that these people probably think you're an awful parent. Little do they know you've been awarded parent of the year. See blogging, year 1. Well, holy cow! my parents are saying as they read this. Finally, after 30 some odd years our boy gets it!
Quinny got in a fight on the playground - at 3. Hmm. He pummeled this kid, got on top of him and was making him eat wood chips. Deep down in those places of the brain no one talks about pom-poms and fireworks are going off because after all he's a boy, he's my boy and he clearly smoked this kid. The boy can hold his own! As a conscious parent you're appalled that a three year old could pummel anyone. We were horrified, specifically about the forced eating of wood chips, although I'm laughing aloud as writing this trying to picture the playground fracas. So we talked to him about it and took away some privileges and think we parented it out.
Today, upon dropping him off his teacher says, "Are you proud of him?" Umm, excuse me? Is this daycare for the UFC? There was obvious confusion. Apparently, the kid he whipped had been bullying him; punching him, biting him, pushing him, etc. Finally, yesterday afternoon Q hit his limit and unleashed the inner beast throwing a much needed beat down to this bully brat. The teacher felt the loser got what he deserved and Q stood up for himself, which she felt was good and necessary. Well, now I feel like a louse because we disciplined him for his actions and like the nether regions of my melon I should've been taking him out for ice cream, fireworks and high fives. Tonight we'll toast the victory with his first beer! Okay, I'm just joking. I am bummed that I gave him the talk and all that nonsense when I definitely want him to stand up for himself. I don't want him getting bullied and now I have no idea what he thinks or what message I've sent him. Oh, man this parenting thing is getting deep!
At any rate maybe we have a boy that knows when enough is enough and apparently just takes people's garbage because he's a well adjusted human but not because he has to. It looks like he's going to be a great young man.
Quinny got in a fight on the playground - at 3. Hmm. He pummeled this kid, got on top of him and was making him eat wood chips. Deep down in those places of the brain no one talks about pom-poms and fireworks are going off because after all he's a boy, he's my boy and he clearly smoked this kid. The boy can hold his own! As a conscious parent you're appalled that a three year old could pummel anyone. We were horrified, specifically about the forced eating of wood chips, although I'm laughing aloud as writing this trying to picture the playground fracas. So we talked to him about it and took away some privileges and think we parented it out.
Today, upon dropping him off his teacher says, "Are you proud of him?" Umm, excuse me? Is this daycare for the UFC? There was obvious confusion. Apparently, the kid he whipped had been bullying him; punching him, biting him, pushing him, etc. Finally, yesterday afternoon Q hit his limit and unleashed the inner beast throwing a much needed beat down to this bully brat. The teacher felt the loser got what he deserved and Q stood up for himself, which she felt was good and necessary. Well, now I feel like a louse because we disciplined him for his actions and like the nether regions of my melon I should've been taking him out for ice cream, fireworks and high fives. Tonight we'll toast the victory with his first beer! Okay, I'm just joking. I am bummed that I gave him the talk and all that nonsense when I definitely want him to stand up for himself. I don't want him getting bullied and now I have no idea what he thinks or what message I've sent him. Oh, man this parenting thing is getting deep!
At any rate maybe we have a boy that knows when enough is enough and apparently just takes people's garbage because he's a well adjusted human but not because he has to. It looks like he's going to be a great young man.
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