It's 9:45 p.m. and I'm ignoring my sink full of dishes. My husband is snoring away in his favorite recliner. Three of my kids are huddled together asleep in my bed. My oldest son is probably having a grand time at his friend's house right now.
I think I need the blog to be a place to spill my emotions once in a while. It feels therapeutic on some level for me to just "let it all out" this way.
Protective mama switch is never off for me. I'm finding it harder and harder to watch from a distance as my oldest son navigates through some of the taunting going on with two not so nice boys on my block. Gratefully, my son is a nice, smart and confident young man. He has a bunch of good, decent friends at school and on his soccer team. He generally gets along well with everyone. My son is a tall boy and will stand up for himself if pushed around. We are just stuck here with these jerks who like to make snide comments and foul gestures for kicks, I guess.
This afternoon, my kids were playing on our driveway, and I jumped up (hobbled, actually due to my swollen ankle) over to the window to see the "taunting". My son was handling it and not allowing this one boy to push him around with his words. But I got so, so mad. Who are these kids to harass my son when all he wants to do is play ball on his own driveway? I've had enough. I hopped down my steps with my bandaged ankle and I made my entrance. Boy, did I stare them down. They walked off, but circled back every once in a while. I've had it out with one of the moms already, and I'm afraid I'll have to go into battle mode once again. My son doesn't want to be a "mama's boy" and asks that I stay out of it.
It's so tough for me. This situation really upsets me. I am sick of having to be a watchdog when my kids go out to play. Who are these vultures that sneakily go around and pick on kids? The other moms are M.I.A. I'm here and see everything. My husband and I want our kids to enjoy the yard in peace and quiet. Why should any of us have to put up with this?
Whether it is right or not, I always want to help make things better for my kids everyday. I feel like I have to take action, but I don't want to make things worse for my son. I get so super involved with what they are going through. I don't really know if I should back off sometimes. I'm thinking about this situation often, and I'm afraid that it is affecting me too much emotionally. I don't know what to do. I'm tired of worrying.
Thanks for listening.