It is bedtime in our house. Teeth have been brushed, books have been
read, and it’s time to turn off the lights and tuck Ben into bed. Ben prepares to say his nightly prayers. For the past few weeks, his prayers have
taken on a new fervor. Tonight is no
exception. “God, please help tomorrow be
a good day. Please help me be good. And please keep the bucket dippers away,” he
pleads.
Bucket
dippers are his word for the kids at school who dip into his metaphorical
bucket. His class read a story called,
“How Full is Your Bucket ” by Tom Rath.
The story talks about filling people’s buckets by doing nice words and
deeds, and how doing mean things and saying unkind words dips into someone’s
bucket.
Ben encountered
a group of older kids, aka the "bucket dippers," at school during the after care program. It’s the time in the day when kids from
different grade levels mingle in the gymnasium.
Due to the loudness of the gym, Ben wears noise cancelling headsets to
help him deal with the sound. On this particular day, they pushed him down and tried to take the headsets. And when he started to cry, they called him a baby.
When Ben told me what happened, I immediately talked to the teacher and the principal. The adults intervened right
away. The boys had consequences. We created safe spaces and new options for
Ben in the gym. And, to the best of my
knowledge, these “bucket dippers” haven’t physically or verbally bothered Ben in
weeks. And yet, every night Ben still
prays to God to keep the bucket dippers away.
As a classroom teacher I’ve certainly dealt with situations like this in the past
with my own students. I’ve mediated in
cases of bullying and have dealt out consequences to the bullies while
counseling the victims. And yet, it
hasn’t been until my own child has been on the receiving end that I have
realized just how deep the psychological wounds can scar.
I never
considered until recently just how much a child, such as mine, who tends to
perseverate and focus on something over and over, will relive the hurt and pain
again and again, to the point where even if the actual bullying has stopped, it
is still alive and real in the person’s mind.
This is the part of bullying that I never considered. I’ve spent lots of time talking to kids about
how to handle the actual event, but not nearly enough time thinking about the
after-effects. The part where trust is
rebuilt. And this was a one-time incident (I think...I hope...). I can only imagine how bullying impacts the child who deals with this every single day.
The
situation with the bucket dippers has opened up many conversations about how
Ben can stand up for himself in a strong but respectful way. We read the book, “A Bug and a Wish” by Karen
Scheuer. The book was recommended by my
friend who happens to be a school psychologist.
The book talks about telling the bullies what “bugs” you and what you
“wish” they’d do instead. We practice saying
those words so that, if the situation arises again, Ben will be ready. We’ve talked about going to the grown-ups for
help when necessary. We’ve talked about
walking away. We’ve talked about all of
those things, and yet he still worries and he prays.
As I
snuggle next to my little boy, I wish that I could shield him from this world, a
world is not always a friendly and welcoming place and getting scarier and more
uncertain by the day. Unfortunately, the
road for him is even more challenging because his differences are magnified,
both in the way he speaks, the way he reacts to difficult situations, and the
tools he uses to cope with his world.
Even though as a society we preach embracing differences, the hard fact
is that many people are scared by differences.
People don’t know how to handle different, and so they keep it at an
arm’s length or poke fun of it.
I naively
hoped that my son would be spared from the harshness of bullying. I hoped that his differences wouldn’t set him apart-
that his sweet nature and amazing personality would be enough.
And so, as
I plant a goodnight kiss on his forehead, I say a prayer of my own. I pray for strength to guide him through the
days ahead. I pray for the wisdom to
know the right words to say to him on those days when his heart feels broken. But, most of all, I pray for a world filled
with way too many bucket dippers and not nearly enough kindness.
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My heart broke as I read this.
ReplyDeleteIt's so true that bullying resonates far beyond the actual incident. (My son and I have both been bullied.)
I LOVE and celebrate the amazing tools that you, dear bucket filler extraordinaire, are sharing with your son.
Thanks and love,
FSM
Thanks, FSM. My heart broke, too. Being a parent is tough...and I also was on the receiving end of bullying myself, though not until middle and high school. Scary world that we live in...especially with the online bullying that goes on now.
DeleteI definitely understand that an incident isn't over just because the moment is. Great post!
ReplyDeleteJennifer @ The Jenny Evolution