Lessons Learned Too Early

** sorry to have kept you waiting…  100th day of school projects took precedence!**

“B” was waiting rather impatiently at the bus stop Monday morning.

relief washed over sweet hazel eyes.  his friend was ok.

he hugged his friend.  told him how worried he was.  told him he wanted to check on him.

“B” confided his story to his friend.  A story a 7-year-old shouldn’t have.

a mother with mental health concerns.  a mother who went into a panic mode.  yelling, screaming, cursing.

police were called for the safety of the children.  the ambulance came to escort her safely to the hospital.  a mother gone from home.

mental illness or not it’s hard to live without a mother.

a lesson in “bad” words is taught from one friend to another.  “B” hears them often.  sweet hazel eyes has never heard them.  why would people say such things to one another.

worry continues and turns to anger.  hatred even.  concern for his friend.  a statement is made that “B”‘s dad yelled at sweet hazel eyes and said bad words to him.

did this happen?  is it the exaggeration of a concerned 7-year-old?  i don’t know these parents well, not like the parents of other children my boys hang out with.  was my sweet hazel eyes in danger during an innocent playdate?

ongoing discussions about mental illness.  i don’t want him to know about this.  he’s only 7.  but his friend knows.  his friend has to deal with it.  he is concerned for his friend.  i teach him what i can which seems to be enough to settle his mind a little.

a call from the intervention specialist at school.  did you know that “B”‘s dad yelled at sweet hazel eyes and swore at him?  now he is sharing this with a trusted person at school.  i know my hazel eyes.  this story has to be true.  now i am really worried.  “B”‘s teacher at school thinks hazel eyes and “B” shouldn’t be friends and shouldn’t play together anymore.  why?  what does she know that we don’t?

behavior has been out of the ordinary since Sunday.  mean words, mean touches, hurtful behavior all around.  where is this coming from?

considering a trip back to the worry doctor.  can she help us?  can she get the story from him about what happened at “B”‘s house?

for now we start with his teacher and interventionist.  he trusts them.  i only hope he will talk to them.


About Brotherly Love

I am a mom, partner, teacher and a lover of life. I have two fabulous boys who define my life as I know it. One of my children has been diagnosed with a sensory processing disorder, Asperger's and anxiety disorder. I blog as much about him as I do about my life and the lives of my immediate family.
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4 Responses to Lessons Learned Too Early

  1. Kate says:

    Oh, gosh. I have deep and irrational fears about not knowing, really knowing the patens and houses and friends of my kids. I’ve told my nearly seven year old what to do if she sees a gun (leave), but what to do if the adult is the ‘gun?’ Who do we trust? Ug.

  2. I think it’s so odd that the teacher doesn’t think they should be friends anymore. Hasn’t “B” lost enough? Please keep us updated. xo

  3. Elastamom says:

    Oh boy. Couldn’t they still be friends but only play at your house? Poor B.

  4. Debbi Henry says:

    Wow, sounds rough. I, too, wonder if they could stay friends and only play at your house. Good luck figuring this out…

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