A couple of days ago I went to my eldest son's school as part of their "Open-school" program. Parents are allowed to sit-in the whole time to see what their children do on a day-to-day basis. I must say that the program is actually good. It calms me as a parent to know what my son is up to and what are the activities that the school has in store for him. In short, its good to know where my money goes.
Needless to say, I was excited to see what my son did and how he improved from last year. He was just as excited as I was. He was showing me that he could "pack-away" and return all the toys he played with to their proper places. He was showing me around his classroom. Then, their teacher said that it was time to pack-away because they were going to start Circle Time. This was the time when all the students gathered around to sing songs and tell stories about their day, etc, etc. So, as my son was packing away, came this fat kid. (My son's is the tallest but he's not the biggest in terms of girth) He wanted to pack away the toys that my son was already returning. Upon seeing that my son was already done with the fixing, he got mad and held my son's head and banged it on the cabinet. I was in shock! How could a three year old be so violent and heartless. My baby ran to my arms and hugged me. (Mind you, I'm 7 months pregnant to date) He kept on crying and saying "Mama, it hurts." I couldn't help myself, I cried while he kept his face burried on my tummy. I saw no remorse on this kid's face. It was as if, it was a normal thing for him to bash other kids. My heart bled for my baby boy. It hurt so much that when I was talking to my husband on the phone, I couldn't control myself...I broke down in tears.
I waited for my son for 2 years. I was operated on shortly after getting married. We found out that I had a fertility problem and the doctors had to remove 1 ovary and scrape off 1/4 from the one they would be leaving. My son is my miracle baby. For me to see someone hurt him deliberately was like pouring acid on an open wound. I wanted to hurt that child. I wanted his mother to feel the same pain that I felt. After the incident, I had a talk with my son. I told him that if someone hurt him again, he should push that child hard. And to my amazement my son replied..."No Mama, that's bad." I wanted to cry even more. Not only was he my miracle baby, he's also an angel! How can someone hurt this boy, so loving and pure? Tell me? How? How do we turn into violent beings?
Needless to say, I was excited to see what my son did and how he improved from last year. He was just as excited as I was. He was showing me that he could "pack-away" and return all the toys he played with to their proper places. He was showing me around his classroom. Then, their teacher said that it was time to pack-away because they were going to start Circle Time. This was the time when all the students gathered around to sing songs and tell stories about their day, etc, etc. So, as my son was packing away, came this fat kid. (My son's is the tallest but he's not the biggest in terms of girth) He wanted to pack away the toys that my son was already returning. Upon seeing that my son was already done with the fixing, he got mad and held my son's head and banged it on the cabinet. I was in shock! How could a three year old be so violent and heartless. My baby ran to my arms and hugged me. (Mind you, I'm 7 months pregnant to date) He kept on crying and saying "Mama, it hurts." I couldn't help myself, I cried while he kept his face burried on my tummy. I saw no remorse on this kid's face. It was as if, it was a normal thing for him to bash other kids. My heart bled for my baby boy. It hurt so much that when I was talking to my husband on the phone, I couldn't control myself...I broke down in tears.
I waited for my son for 2 years. I was operated on shortly after getting married. We found out that I had a fertility problem and the doctors had to remove 1 ovary and scrape off 1/4 from the one they would be leaving. My son is my miracle baby. For me to see someone hurt him deliberately was like pouring acid on an open wound. I wanted to hurt that child. I wanted his mother to feel the same pain that I felt. After the incident, I had a talk with my son. I told him that if someone hurt him again, he should push that child hard. And to my amazement my son replied..."No Mama, that's bad." I wanted to cry even more. Not only was he my miracle baby, he's also an angel! How can someone hurt this boy, so loving and pure? Tell me? How? How do we turn into violent beings?
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