This is how our call went..
Receptionist: Is this Sarah Holmes?
Me: Uhh yes.
R: This is Whateverthefuckhernamewas at Pinecrest Academy.
M: Ohhh...
R: I have Bowen here in the office...there was a little umm..incident..and he punched another kid today.
M: Oh shit. I mean sorry..but shit.
R: Yeaaaa...so we need you to come speak to the principal.
M: Ok I will be there as soon as I can.
Don't judge me for saying shit. Wtf else was I supposed to say? At first I immediately got pissed. But luckily my coworkers reminded me that he could have been defending himself and who knows what happened. Not gonna lie...the closer I got to the school, the more nervous I got. Bowen can throw some fists and he has been known to use an elbow on occasion. So I am picturing this little kindergartner with a busted lip or black eye. (And depending on the situation I would have been proud.) Then I started thinking about meeting the parents in the office and me having to throw some 'bows. ((What? I have a great imagination!!))
So I got the school and as soon as I walked in I saw my innocent looking, TINY baby boy ((he looked so small and fragile and scared)) sitting in the front office by the receptionist. I got led to the back to talk to the vice principal and not gonna lie, was a little scared.
She was very nice, has two little boys of her own, so she knows how boys can be. We talked about Bowen's past behavior and how he has been adjusting to school. After this talk she was a little confused as to why he would have punched this kid. From what she knew...because Bowen wouldn't tell her anything, just sit there with his head down...the kids were standing in line and a little boy turned around and told Bowen "Shhh" and he punched him in the face.
Obviously that is not ok.
She brought Bowen in and then he started talking to me. ((After he ran and jumped in my lap and hugged me. Which broke/melted my heart)) Apparently at lunch this little boy was yelling and screaming in Bowen's face. And then a few hours later when he told Bowen to "shh" Bowen punched him. Ok..so at least it makes more sense why he hit him. He didn't just pop this kid in the mouth for no reason.
Anyways, the principal and I talked to him. At one point Bowen did his best Kevin Hart impression and said, "Alright, alright, alrrrrrrriiiiiight." Which made me laugh. Which made the principal look at me and Bowen with the most confused look on her face. (Guess she hasn't seen Kevin Hart before...she gon' learn today!!) He even told the the VP that his favorite movie was The Nightmare Before Christmas (bonus cool mom points for me) and sang part of a song in it. Anyways, in the end, I told Bowen that he had to write an apology to the little kid and to his teacher. I also told him no games and movies tonight. THAT made him cry.
Hopefully he learned his lesson. No hitting kids unless they hit you first. Or unless you're being threatened. I didn't really bring up the threatened thing...I mean...he probably won't understand. But maybe next year I can throw that knowledge on him.
So after we get home and settled I call my Dad, since he has dealt with my anger issues I figure he'd have some great advice. He laughed when I told him the story. Which, let's be honest, it is KIND of funny. I give the kid props for not immediately reacting, that is a big deal, but sometimes enough is enough, ya know? Dad reminded me that my little brother, Declan, got sent home from school in kindergarten because he threw a fork at a kid who was cheating at some game and then thumped Declan when he walked by him. The kid touched him..so he OBVIOUSLY deserved it. And then he brought up some of my principal phone calls. Including the time where I smacked the fuck out of a dude with my back pack for grabbing my ass...in front of the principal. And then the principal had the balls to tell my Dad I had a bad temper. THANKFULLY my Dad doesn't take any shit either and told the principal if I got in trouble for that he would go to the school board and end up owning the high school. (Fuck yes, Dad, fuck yes.) Anyways....he just said I did good. Let's face it, all parents need a little reassurance sometimes and since I have no significant other, I have to call my parents for it.
So it has begun...first call from the principal's office. I can't say that I think it will be the last one. I know better. I just have to teach the kid when it is ok to fight and when it isn't. I have to say...this probably did not help me make any new friends at the school. Or Bowen for that matter. At least we know kids probably won't fuck with him. Silver lining, people, silver lining.
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