It's October! It's my very favorite month! So in honor of this most wonderful time of year, I'll be making my favorite pumpkin chili for dinner. And I'll finally be sharing a really great story...
Remember how I said soccer is taking over our lives? Well, it's pretty much the truth. We spend a lot of time out at the soccer fields. And this story - like everything in my life right now - takes place at, you guessed it, the soccer field. Dun dun dun...
Camden was playing a soccer game, tearing up the field, scoring left and right (really, it's true), when Jake appeared by my side in great distress. Two girls were calling him names on the playground. Being the compassionate mother that I am I told him - in between cheers for those Tigers - that he could stay by me and watch his brother play or he could go back to the playground and deal with it like a man (okay, I didn't exactly say the "like a man" part, but he got my drift). He chose to be a man.
Unfortunately, he took my "be a man" advice a little too far. No sooner had he run off and I turned back to the game than I noticed a commotion over at the playground. It was Jake beating up on some boy! My sweet little Jake! Yeah, that was quite a shock.
I ran, I pried, and eventually I got the six-year-old off of the much bigger kid. He was steaming mad. Seriously, I saw the steam.
Apparently, he had gone back to the playground and confronted the girls about their name-calling. One of the girls had a big brother. A big brother who decided to step up and deal with the bratty little kid who was mad at his sister. And I guess the big boy getting involved was just the straw that broke the camel's back. It was all too much for Jake and he hauled off and went after that kid. Never mind the size difference. Never mind the fact that Jake's never hit anyone other than his brother (not very often, I promise!). Never mind that he's always the one who comes out hurt when he does hit his brother. I guess he's never been quite that mad.
We've discussed. We've disciplined. We've moved on. And he says he won't fight again.
But here's my question. Is it wrong that I am secretly impressed and proud of the fact that my six-year-old took down a ten-year-old? Because he did. And because, well, I am.
6 comments:
That kind of stuff doesn't happen often enough. The good guy too often finishes last. Too many parents let their kids be a bully but don't want their kid to get the consequences like Jake dished out. I hope that kid and his sister remembers Jake and leaves him alone! That being said, I guess you gotta discipline too. What a crazy grey area!!!
You go, Jackson! Uncle Clark said you were great! (yes, hitting is not nice, but teasing is sometimes worse)
And don't tell anyone that Bob is proud of you (but remember that watching your temper is one of the hardest things to do!)
heck yes you should be proud!
Wow!!!
I can't picture Jake doing what you are describing!, seriously. Now you know that he has limits too and what he does when they are crossed!
Tough situation, I too am proud of his bravery, we just wont tell him that :-)
Way to go Jake. Stand up for yourself! He didn't hit the sister which was a good thing! Sometimes, you just have to be a man!
Hilarious! Now how 'bout posting that chili recipe?
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