My joy this week is my family. I know that sounds funny, so let me lay the ground work. My son is in middle school, 7th grade to be precise. Last year, 6th grade, was a rough year for him. Not academically, he made Honor Roll all four quarters.
Now, we don't have a "home school" where we live. We have the choice of three different middle schools and chose the one that held the most interest for him. His school's emphasis is robotics and engineering and he loves it. Loves his computer classes, loves the teachers and I think has made some friends. I say this because not many of his friends live in the neighborhood. Over the course of the last school year, we had a series of bullying incidents - issues on the bus, gym locker kicked in, binders and notebooks destroyed, issues on the playing field. Not one child, apart from the bus, but a series of incidents. I know that bullying is the worst in middle school and his school has been SUPER responsive. We have dealt with the principal, head of security and his counselor. They have all be very supportive and most importantly, responsive. My son is a good kid, very trusting and nice, just wants to be liked by folks. Now, school has started and the issues with the little creatin on the bus have started again. Interestingly, the majority of this stems from his being white in a predominately hispanic and african american school. He tells me that the teasing has started again and just doesn't want to have another year like last. He wants to transfer out. He is tired of being called names. We have gone down the "just let it roll off your back" route among others. Personally, I wouldn't want to go to school every day wondering what was going to happen, not a good learning environment. Did I mention that he is bigger (taller and stronger) than this little shit. (forgive the language) This hurts my heart.
So to my Friday Joy. At dinner last night we all had a very long conversation with each other and him. Dinner was about 1 1/2 hours long. No TV, no music, just us talking. I mean really talking. Sharing the past (hubby and I), sharing my daughter's middle school experience, talking about how to make it better, without inciting anything and running the risk of his being jumped when he gets off the bus. For one and a half hours we all talked, shared and supported my son. Everything else stopped. Asking what he thought and how he thought this could be fixed. Listening to him. Explaining that transferring might not be the answer as there will always be little shits around. Now, this makes us sound like we never eat together and always have other thing happening during dinner. We do eat as a family EVERY night. Very important to both my husband and I. But this meal was amazing. The love and support that was directed to my son. He was very teary all dinner. But I think that he has a better understanding of possiblities and possible solutions and hopefully, the understanding that we all support him and will do what every needs to be done, even if it means transferring schools. And that we all love him tremendously.
I love my family. My kids are wonderful, caring, bright people. My husband, strong, supportive and an amazing father. I am so lucky. So there is my Friday Joy. May your Friday be filled with Joy.
ps - I will keep you posted on what happens and would love to hear what your thoughts are. Please.