bullies suck...

This is a long post ~ sorry.

Today my sheltered little bubble got a hole in it courtesy of a 6 year old.

Now, it could have been so much worse, but when it happens to you, its a huge deal.

At 2:15 I get a call from Griffin's teacher. I love her to death and she is a good friend of mine. Anyway, I don't pick up the phone (something tells me I should, but I ignore that feeling). Anyway, I listen to the message and it's Stacy telling me "there was an incident on the bus this morning but Griffin is ok".

My mind races, did he do something wrong, did someone do something to him??? My mama bear is starting to come out.

After 17 long minutes I am finally able to reach Stacy. She is very calm and reassures me that Griffin is ok. This is what happened:

On the bus this morning, Griffin sits by one of his classmates. The bus ride is like 1 min long, it is 2 blocks from our home. During the ride the kid takes out a pocket knife, shows Griffin, threatens him and holds it to his eye.

My mind is racing, I can picture G; I want to hurt this kid big time.

Anyway, the bus driver sees nothing, G says nothing. While on the playground this kid threatens others and even tries to hurt a 5th grader. The 5th grader tells a teacher and the bad kid gets kicked out. Griffin's teacher asks the kids if they saw/heard anything and there is 8 of them that did. Griffin was the only one that was threatened so Stacy takes him to see the principal.

Stacy was very impressed with G, he is able to answer the questions and is calm. He says he is not frightened and is ok. Then he goes to class and has a good day.

I am talking to the teacher and my mind is racing. I am enraged that my son was put in this position. How dare that other child; what his home life must be like to do something like this at age 6!!!

I hang up the phone and call Randy. I need to talk to him before I go home. I need to get the anger out before I see G; I don't want him to see me over react and than feel that he should react the same way. I want to be calm for him; understanding. Talking to Randy i get the tears out and some of the anger. Not sure what my co-workers thought when the colorful words started coming out of my mouth.

I come home and sit down with G and we discuss what happened. He tells me everything and he is calm. I ask if he is ok, yes, is he scared, no. I ask him why he did not tell the bus driver "mom, you can't stand up when the bus is moving" Why didn't you tell him when you got off "mom, we can't talk while standing, we just have to walk out". He is so cute, following the rules. I told him I was proud of him and he did the right thing; if this ever happens again it is ok to stand up, scream and shout for the bus driver.

My mind keeps going into the dark place. What if he hit G's eye, what if he jammed it into this side, what if... I can't go there. God kept G safe and that's all that matters.

Lets hope G is ok to go to school tomorrow.