This morning I got him a Poptart and a cup of milk. Since he NEVER finishes it before we have to head out the door and walk to the bus stop, I give him a "Big kid" sippy cup with his milk in it. Only because it doesn't spill on the way to the bus stop all over himself or the stroller. And believe me...it would because he is as graceful as me.
I didn't have his "big kid" cups run in the dishwasher and the only ones I had clean were Sydney's Gerber cups. It was green with frogs on it...okay I know my critics...I set him up for this but NOT in a million years would I imagine that the following would happen: (only because his friends are down there and so are adults and frankly I didn't put myself in his shoes which I will from now on. So this was my mistake) Back to what happened:
At the bus stop there is a little girl who is just nasty. She has been nasty to two other girls whom don't even want to be around her. She comes down to our bus stop when she should be getting on the bus stop at the other stop sign. That is beside the point. Noah took his cup to drink and stood by the stop sign to wait for the bus.
I talked with 2 other moms as we waited for the bus. Noah came running over to me with tears running down his face. He said, "She said I had a baby cup and I was a baby." I asked, "Who said that?"
I looked around for his cup, thinking he left it on the stroller like he normally does. Not there. My eyes peered over to the stop sign where the bully stood with her big sister. She looked at me like "Oh sugar, I am caught." Amy found his sippy where he must have tossed it when she made the comment.
I asked her if she said that to him. She looked at me (with a little fear) and said "I didn't really mean it. I'm sorry." with a little roll of her eyes. I said to her, "Then next time you need to think about it before you say it. What you said to Noah hurt his feelings. I am the one who gave him the cup because the other cups were dirty. So if you want to have friends, then you need to be nice to them and not be a bully."
She wimpered, "Sorry." and walked back to the stop sign. I looked at my son's face and he was hurting and I hurt. I apologized to Noah and told him I will NEVER give him a sippy cup again. He hugged me tight and I dried his tears.
He walked back over to the stop sign and waited for the bus. I was mad. I was mad because I put him in this situation and I can't stop all the nasty children and people in the world. I can not be there all the time. I just wanted to scoop him up and take him back to our home, where he is safe. I hate this.
So when he gets home I am going to go over and practice how to stand up to kids who can be nasty. They talked about bullies in school and we are reading The Recess Queen at home, so he knows what to do in situations where he is being picked on, but he has to learn WHAT to say when it happens. Because I can't always be there to protect him as much as I want to be.
The Recess Queen: