Our school system allows our kids to participate in recess – weather permitting - ideally, where a child can go outside and run, play, kick a soccer ball and shoot some hoops for twenty minutes, or so.
My kids?
I’d rather they climb into a pit filled with mud, or any form of muck for that matter, than have to face another playground bully and waste half my afternoon having to explain why chump-change felt the need to punch one of them in the gut or cut him/her down to the size of an insignificant fleck.
Yes, I understand that recess is an important part of the school day - it’s the constant whacking I can do without – but, for goodness sake, can I just tell you how sick and tired I am of all the bullying!
Maybe it’s just me.
But, I’ve been reading up ways to handle “playground bullies” and…well…it’s not like when I was going to school.
They were pretty easy to pick out — speaking as one they would typically pick on — and you either learned to “walk away” or simply waited for a teacher to pull the Son-of-a-Brooklyn-Bridge off your back and learned pretty quick…how to take a brow beating.
Now?
It ain’t that simple.
The Brits call ’em “Brat bullies” – little rays of sunshine who fly low under the classroom radar, do very well academically and then blow their little gaskets when teacher isn’t looking.
Kiddie-experts in the U.K. explain them in this way:
Children who are used to being spoiled at home may resort to bullying if they do not receive the same attention at school.
My son (he’s seven and finishing up the first grade) has a friend who is being bullied, mercilessly, by a boy and I believe that perhaps he may be one of these, “brat bullies,” the Brits speak of.
Without going into much detail – the situation has been…how shall I say this…swept under the wood chips, if you will.
Pretend…this…never…happened…’kay, then…bye-bye.
Why?
Because his family situation is…um…unique…and I believe that is why his behaving badly is tolerated as much as it is…I’m guessing that the school just doesn’t know how to handle him, without coming off…well…anti-anything.
UGH.
Long story short.
Brat Bully’s object of dis-satisfaction no longer hangs out after school and he’s got Little Man in his cross hairs.Â
And, like I told a crying Little Man – when Brat Bully came running toward the playground at the end of the day and punched Little Man dead in the gut…just because, “He was in my way!” — we don’t have to stay, either. But, it would have to be Little Man’s decision, because if it were up to me, we’d stay, get in Brat Bully’s face and show him that he’s not the boss of us!
Yes, I said US!
Because, quite honestly, I’m also feeling a bit unnerved, myself. Bullied into being the type of parent that tells his/her kid, “Don’t just stand there, do something…and knock his block off, while you’re at it…m’kay!
Because if it’s not here, it’ll be another Brat Bully on some other playground, somewhere else.
Besides, fast forward a couple of years and playground bullies grow up to be…workplace bullies, yes?
Sigh.
And the girls?
Sadly, I already know what kiddie-experts have been saying in the U.K. -Â that girls tend to use “non-verbal communication” to bully each other.
And I would venture to guess that those with daughters know what I speak of…best.
Girls run in packs — hell, we can’t even go to bathroom by ourselves — and it’s easier when you got a couple of “your bitches” behind you…when pouncing on your prey
Unless, you’re one of mine…and your name happens to be…Mini-Me.
And as the parents gathered around the center of the playground to see which kid was screaming at who, I herded along and was just as surprised as everyone, to see that it was…yep…Mini-Me.
Takin’ on Brat Bully!
**hands and hips and nose to nose**
“WOOK – MY BWOVER PWAYS HERE, AND MY SISSIES PWAY HERE, AND I GOT A WOT OF FWENDS DAT PWAY HERE! YOU MESS WIF MY FWENDS…YOU MESS WIF ME – YA GET ME? – AND YOU DON’T WANNA MESS WIF ME, KID!”
Can I just tell you…how scared I was of four-years-old…waving her neck and with her finger in Brat Bully’s face.
“Who’s kid is that?”Â
And this…my friends…would be one of those times…when I just have to learn to…walk away.
[blushing]
Pretend this never happened and…just…walk…away…okay?
Okay.
[whistles through teeth, grabs bookbags, turns back on playground and starts walkin’]
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14 responses to “Brat Bully Beware – This Playground’s Made For Walking!”
Yeahhh, go Mini-Me! Liz, your kids ROCK!! That was so hilarious!!
Hope that kid backs off Little Man and his friend, or you could always send Mini-Me and her friends after him! 🙂
Yeahhh, go Mini-Me! Liz, your kids ROCK!! That was so hilarious!!
Hope that kid backs off Little Man and his friend, or you could always send Mini-Me and her friends after him! 🙂
I used to have a beagle and three cats. The cats used to beat the living snot out of that beagle, expecially when he was chained in the backyard and they were allowed to roam free. That is until the day a stray dog twice the size of the beagle wandered into the yard.
Suddenly territoriality and ownership came into play. The stranger was sent packing with his tail between his legs and a couple of new scratches on his nose and bites on his ears.
See, the cats and beagle were family and you don’t mess with family no matter how much you fight within.
Seems like Mini-Me and Little Man have come to that realization.
I used to have a beagle and three cats. The cats used to beat the living snot out of that beagle, expecially when he was chained in the backyard and they were allowed to roam free. That is until the day a stray dog twice the size of the beagle wandered into the yard.
Suddenly territoriality and ownership came into play. The stranger was sent packing with his tail between his legs and a couple of new scratches on his nose and bites on his ears.
See, the cats and beagle were family and you don’t mess with family no matter how much you fight within.
Seems like Mini-Me and Little Man have come to that realization.
I’m always for a bully being out in their place.
My daughter is five and has had plenty of
experience with bullies. What irks me the most,
though, is how their parents blow it off because “they are little and don’t know any better”. Bull.
Kids learn very young how to exert the most
power in a situation.
High fives to Mini-Me!
I’m always for a bully being out in their place.
My daughter is five and has had plenty of
experience with bullies. What irks me the most,
though, is how their parents blow it off because “they are little and don’t know any better”. Bull.
Kids learn very young how to exert the most
power in a situation.
High fives to Mini-Me!
Oops, I meant “put” in their place.
Oops, I meant “put” in their place.
Go Mini-Me!!! Now that is the kind of sibling attitude I love to hear about!! You have great kids…show’s they have a great mom! 😉
Go Mini-Me!!! Now that is the kind of sibling attitude I love to hear about!! You have great kids…show’s they have a great mom! 😉
My 8yo son was coming home extremely grumpy every day. I asked what was going on and after some cajoling he finally told me that a kid was beating him up on the bus. So, I asked if he wanted to handle it on his own of if it was serious enough that I should speak to his teacher. “Maybe his teacher could speak to the kid’s mom” I said.
To that my daughter says “I can tell his mom she’s my teacher!”
My 8yo son was coming home extremely grumpy every day. I asked what was going on and after some cajoling he finally told me that a kid was beating him up on the bus. So, I asked if he wanted to handle it on his own of if it was serious enough that I should speak to his teacher. “Maybe his teacher could speak to the kid’s mom” I said.
To that my daughter says “I can tell his mom she’s my teacher!”
Go Mini-Me. Can I borrow her for an afternoon, and perhaps allow her to give lessons to LatteGirl? PWEEEEZ.
Go Mini-Me. Can I borrow her for an afternoon, and perhaps allow her to give lessons to LatteGirl? PWEEEEZ.