I meant to write this up last week when it occured and then got busy and didn’t get it done.
My three older boys have a “friend” who lives in the house behind us. This boy just started middle school this year and it’s been an interesting transition. Instead of playing first with my children (particulary Mr 13 and Mr 9) like he used to, my children are now the “last resort” when his cool friends can’t hang out. Ugh. I’ve watched this and let my children sort things out on their own with a bit of advice when asked.
Then, this boy began saying hurtful things about my eldest, Mr 13. Mr 13 has some special needs and has been teased many times. It’s hard to watch and even more painful as a mom to help him handle it, especially now during the teen years. This time, before I’d even figured out what to do or even talked much to Mr 13, Mr 11 headed outside when he saw this boy in the backyard. He’d had enough and when Mr 11’s had enough….he’s pretty confident. Mr 11 stepped in. He went outside with Mr 13 and Mr 9. As brothers they stood together. Mr 11 informed this boy in no uncertain terms that he knew what this boy had been saying about Mr 13 and he didn’t like it. He told him that unless he could be kind to his brother, that Mr 11 wasn’t going to hang out with him anymore. Now, Mr 11 is older than this boy (the boy started school at age 4) and ….. Mr 11 is “cool”.
I was so proud of him. And the boy….he’s being kind. LOL
Oh how I dread the teenage years… and how it hurts when other kids avoid my son with Autism. It is so so painful. Thank you for your post – I am glad our kids have faithful friends (and brothers) who are paving the way for them.
Unfortunately we are familiar with this too…other kids sense that our newest daughter is “different” and pick on her, tease her, etc. She does not realize they are egging her on. My other two girls are not just at the same school, but one is in the same grade. Dreadful.
I try to turn this into a teachable moment but sometimes…
Sorry for you to have to watch this. I know it breaks a mom’s heart. And congratulations on raising a compassionate, confident son who’s unafraid to live his values.
Words fail me, so I’ll send hugs instead.
(((((hugs)))))