Monday started out as a glorious day. It was Columbus Day *sucks teeth* and that meant a day of rest *yay*! Even more so than normal. Johanna’s school was open Monday, so we were able to drop her off, then return home to sleep, watch movies, and do, well, grown up thangs lol. It was quite the yummy day! Until we went to pick her up from school…
When we walked into the classroom we saw a kid laying on the circle time rug and it took a minute for us to realize that the person laying there was Johanna. We immediately thought she didn’t feel great, so we went to lie down beside her. She still looked quite blah, so we got her up and ready to head home. We kept asking if she was ok, what was wrong, etc., but she didn’t feel like talking. Finally dh asked “did someone hurt you?” Yes, she whispered. When asked who she said TJ. TJ hit her in the back of the neck and it hurt.
Right now, I’m laughing to myself, but it’s that laugh that psychos do. I just about flipped my ish when Johanna said that. I know what you’re thinking. The little girl is 3, that’s what they do at that age, yadda yadda yadda, but I can promise you that I gave exactly zero dayums about that in the moment. I pivoted so fast and slightly jogged back into the school, it took Jonathan and Johanna a minute to catch up. I don’t play when it comes to my kid. This is the second time this TJ has laid a finger on my child and I was not here for that! The first time the school alerted us AND Johanna came bouncing up to me telling me she fell because TJ pushed her on the playground. However, that time she did it clearly trying to get sympathy from me. You know, the overly concerned mommy voice, giving hugs, kissing booboos, etc. But this time my child was actually upset about it, visibly sad.
So I walk back into the classroom breathing fire, looking to see who TJ could be, as if the name would be etched on the clothes. I was ready to give that kid the look that would put the fear of God in him. Then I was gonna tell him real stern like what was gonna happen the next time the thought of even touching my kid crossed his little mind…
Well since I obviously couldn’t figure it out, my dh was over there speaking with sense to the teacher, telling her what happened. I on the other hand was slightly pacing back and forth asking “Where’s TJ? Who’s TJ?” Well, apparently that wasn’t the child’s name. It was something that sounded very similar though, and the child wasn’t a he, but a she. So, I began to calm down, and the teacher said she would keep an extra close eye on them and make sure they weren’t around each other.
When we got home we thought that was the perfect time to talk to Johanna about touching. We instructed her to say NO! and go tell a teacher if someone touches her in a way she does not like. We practiced it a few times and she really has the hang of it. I know some people instruct their kid to hit back, but…this is Johanna. She looks real sweet and stuff, but when you give her the green light to hit she tries to beat you black and blue while giggling about it. Well, at least that’s what she does to me.
About an hour later her mood changed back to normal and she was ok. I think the biggest thing for me was that Johanna loves school and I didn’t want anyone or anything to change that. “TJ” has one more time to touch Johanna inappropriately. I really don’t want her parents to find out that I’m THAT mom. I’m a little psycho about mines, *shrug*.
How do you handle school altercations with your child? What lessons do you try to teach them after the incident?