I posted recently here that Eli was having troubles on the bus.
He had an appointment with the worry doctor today. I brought up the bus incident with her so that she could talk with Eli. It’s still been bothering him. He’s begging to not ride the bus in the afternoon. He’s pleading to have Keegan start school immediately so that he has someone to sit on the bus with always.
I love his worry doctor because she spends the last 15 minutes of each appointment sharing with us what they talked about and giving us suggestions for home.
Today she shared that he was more aggressive during Play Therapy than he’s ever been before. He was being threatening with his words and was pushing the puppets and games. She was concerned because she’d never seen him like this.
He shared with her the same incident that he shared with us regarding the bus last week. She did a nice job of working through that with him and working on how to deal with bullies.
During our conversation Eli brought up that he and the boy were now getting along and they sat together more often. Except that he also told us he wasn’t supposed to tell us they were sitting together. That was a secret the little boy told him to keep.
Both the worry doctor and I were quiet for a moment. I looked at her with what I’m certain was horror on my face. This incident just keeps getting more bizarre.
She asked Eli what grade this child was in. He reported as he always has that he is in 2nd grade.
She shook her head and looked at me with care and concern. She shared that it makes her very uncomfortable when older children tell younger children to keep a secret like that. I couldn’t stop thinking about the knot in my gut.
It felt good to be understood. It felt reassuring to have a professional recognizing the concern.
Upon my arrival home I grabbed the computer and emailed Eli’s teacher. I wanted to let her know this new bit of information. I requested that this boy not be allowed to sit with Eli. Clearly it makes him uncomfortable and he doesn’t know how to properly express that.
There are times when I wonder if I shelter him too much. If I fix things for him too quickly.
Then I remember that he’s 6. He’s not supposed to fix everything for himself. He’s supposed to be sheltered because he’s just a little boy. He’s supposed to have parents that love him enough and care about him enough to do this.
And boy does he have that!
**I have to add a really exciting side note here!!! Eli is now down to seeing the worry doctor every other week. With the exception of this bus thing, he is now talking through his worries more appropriately. It’s still difficult but we have so many more tools in our chest to use. It makes all of this much more manageable.**