Today I did a BIG No No.
Let me back up...the boys have been saying that a boy on the bus has been calling Jake "Chubby" and pinching his cheeks. On Monday, Will talked to the dog and ask the dog if he was looking for the "chubby one". We promptly sent him to his room where he got a good "talkin' to" (and should have had a spanking).
I told Will he needed to stick up for his brother and tell the boy not to call him names.
Today, I saw the boy at school. He said, very politely, "Mrs. Richardson, Did you know I am Will's partner on the bus?" I said, in a stern teacher voice. "Yes, I do. And I also heard you called my other son chubby and I don't want to hear that again. How would you feel if someone called you a name?" The poor boy looked like he was hurt. And then I felt guilty...
This is the time in my children's life when I have to "butt out"...release control. This is something they needed to work out on their own. Oh, it is so hard...my baby was hurt (well, maybe not that time but he will if he keeps hearing he is "chubby")!
Will and I talked about it at lunch. He said, "Mom! I'll take care of Jake...you didn't need to say anything!" He was right! My 7 year old was right! Ugh! I told him that I don't want anyone to hurt them. I jokingly said I would beat someone up if they did...then I said, "No, I would show them love". Will said, "Like you did to that boy? I saw you...it didn't look like LOVE." I said, "It was in LOVE...just FIRMLY in love." Was it really in LOVE or more like a mama bear protecting her cub?