You also got in almost-trouble one day, because some of the bigger kids were being mean to a new, little kid named Nancy. You got in a tug-of-war somehow with six kids, trying to drag them away from picking on Nancy. The teachers had to tell us about it, and what the conversations with you had been like. They were amazed that you felt so strongly about standing up for Nancy. “I’m a big kid,” you told everyone, standing tall and proud at four years old. “If it was only five kids being mean, then I would have won. But then there was a number six kid and I was not big and strong enough for six kids.”
Love. Love love love. My son got in trouble in first grade for “fighting”, two or three times. When we sat everyone down to get the most accurate explanation we could, we discovered that what he was really doing was trying to get this group of boys to stop chasing two little girls, EVERY DAY, during recess.
“Mom. Those girls tell the guys every day that they don’t want to be chased but those guys just ignore them and do it anyway. The girls are afraid to go out to recess now! Those guys should leave them alone!”’
The school reprimanded my son anyway, and I have no way of knowing if any action was taken to stop the boys from what they were doing, but I told him, “I don’t want you picking fights with kids, but what you were trying to accomplish was a very good thing, and if you ever get in trouble for trying to get a group of kids to stop scaring another group of kids because they think it’s fun and don’t care that the other kids don’t, I’ll pick you up from school and we’ll just go have some ice cream.” (i’m paraphrasing, regardless of the quotation marks. basically i told him to keep sticking up for the underdog. and that whenever anyone says “stop. don’t do that.”, then that’s the end of that. no argument. no teasing, or name calling, or ganging up. and he is fierce about that to his buddies. he’s not playing around.) Here’s to giving the world a few good men.