Tuesday, November 04, 2008

on punching a kid in the face

There is a boy at Ben's school; I will call him Evan. Yesterday, when Ryan went to pick Ben up, he observed this Evan boy making fun of the way Ben speaks, mocking him as he rode on his tricycle. A little blonde boy who was hanging out with this boy Evan was laughing at Ben too. Ben reacted by looking very sad and, when trying to get off of his tricycle to get away, falling down. Evan and this other little boy laughed at him some more.

When I heard this story from Ryan, I wanted to find this Evan boy and punch him in his face, hopefully permanently scarring him so that he would remember the lesson that my fist had taught him for the rest of his life, becoming a humbler, kinder person. Ryan reminded me that this boy is only four years old, but I do not remember four year olds making fun of each other so meanly when I was a kid. Who is this joke of a kid? Who are his parents? Why is he so mean, so ruined, so early in his life? I was teased so mercilessly throughout school that the ramifications carried well into my adult life. Seeing my child go through this brings back those memories but to a heightened degree. It doesn't help that Ben is so sensitive and kind and that he internalizes all of his anxieties. I want to protect him from this, but I know that I can't and that it is only the beginning. I knew this was coming but I didn't know it would start this early. Do I still want to punch that Evan kid in the face. As Sarah Palin would say, you betcha. Will I? No. But I will actively imagine a variety of horrible futures for Evan and his little buddy. I guess that's all I can do.

2 comments:

Katrina said...

I am so sorry that this happened. That is one of my biggest fears b/c I don't know what I would do! Damned right you wanted to beat that little kid. I think that Joe would have done it, and I would end up raising Jordy alone while Joe serves life in prison...

Michael said...

You have very little knowledge of the childhood tepid Hell we received in our neighborhood when I was around Ben's age..... when I was 4 i remember hitting Chris Nelson on his back with a big rock 'cause he was choking my brother 16 stitches later... our Dad was so pissed !!
I remember scoping out these 3 kidFucks that were ganging up on my son Ian, stopping the car, getting out, and in their faces, telling them I would kill their families in front of them if they bothered my son ever again.....i love my kids.....m
PS: not a peep.....