It is my duty today to go and hunt down the parents of a boy who has been picking on Cheyenne at the bus stop all year–no big deal, really…Normally it’s just the usual verbal taunting about a big nose that all kids go through at some point or another between grades 1 and 12. (As if my poor girl didn’t have enough social problems at school–I swear she’s a living, breathing kick-me sign.) But Thursday, this boy, this older, much bigger boy started jacking with her nose when he happened to notice her in the lunch line at school. Flicking it (lightly, yes, but still) and messing with her face. He started a pushing match with another kid in line, causing him to spill his chocolate milk, then to bump into Cheyenne, who in turn, of course, fell splat into the chocolate milk. She came home crying. AGAIN.
I was enraged, not so much because she’s being picked on, but because somebody laid hands on her IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM…and I think that’s wrong. I think there’s a line–a fine one, I’m finding out, but as a parent I feel I should step in and ever-so-politely see that the situation doesn’t present itself a second time. Or not ever-so-politely; whatever works best. I’m pissed. Pissed at people and their dogs (there’s roughly 3 or 4 assholes in our neighborhood that feel their little pooches should be able to run free) and people and their chunky bully sons. With all the talks we’ll be having with our neighbors this weekend, I’m sure we’ll become the most hated people on the block. Dog nazis. Overprotective parents. Whatever.
Mia, thankfully, has no problem taking care of herself. At storytime the other day, the Librarian read "The Night Before Christmas" and when she got to the part that says, "He turned with a JERK," Mia, who had been a happy little chatterbox all day, stopped her, looked her dead in the eye, and solemnly said, "YOU do not say that word to ME."
Poor Miss Kay, the librarian, thought explaining would help. "To jerk means to move very fast," and she smiled, thinking the problem was solved.
"That is not a nice word," Mia said in her stone-cold tone. She narrowed her eyes. "You don’t say that word to me."
Miss Kay finally conceded. "I’m sorry."
Mia stayed in Dirty Harry mode for the remainder of storytime.
UPDATE: Cheyenne confided in Caleb that on Friday the fat boy-bully tried to mess with her again by standing in her way in the lunch line. She shoved him and that was that. I asked her if she’d like me to still threaten, er, talk with his parents and she begged me not to. So, I’ll keep my torch and pitchfork in storage for now. As long as she’s standing up for herself.
UPDATE: Mia has forgiven the librarian.