I'm Sorry That My Kid Hurt Your Kid
Dear Parent of a Child My Son Has Injured,
Hi. I know our kids go to the same school and that we sometimes see each other at after-school pick up, but I'm hoping to avoid eye contact with you for a little while during this awkward recovery time.
How is your daughter's face? (Or: How is your son's ankle?)
Is her lip healing well? (Or: Is he able to walk without a limp yet?)
I sure hope your holiday photos weren't too full of fat-lip smiles or bruised expressions.
I really am sorry about this whole situation.
The kids' teacher called this weekend and told me that she knew my son didn't kick your daughter in the face (or: son in the shin/leg/ankle) on purpose, but I completely understand your frustration.
You shouldn't have to worry about your little girl's face when you send her off to frolic on the playground at school. I get that; we have a little girl of our own too, and if she came home with a busted lip, we'd be pissed, just like you are.
(Or: I know they say boys can play rough and are just being boys, but we know that playground-time shouldn't mean that your kid comes home with injuries from our competitve-natured son.)
If it helps at all, my son swears he was just running for the ball in that weird game they play that sort of like soccer, but not really soccer. I can't remember the unique name they made up for the game at the moment. He says he was running for the ball, went to kick it, and somehow managed to kick your daughter in the face (Or: son in the ankle).
We never knew he could be so flexible.
Last night during the fun phone call from the teacher, she reminded me that she knew my son's physical actions were usually coming from an abundance of love (hugs that cut off the wind-pipe, hands that won't stay in his lap at circle time but around his buddies' shoulder instead, etc.).
These are all words that we have gotten to know from many other teacher-phone-calls, notes and conversations. They assure us that he is not seen as the dreaded 'B-Word' (bully) but his physical interactions with other kids are still unacceptable.
Our son's spastic physical quirks are nothing new to us and I cringe when I see a teacher's phone number pop up on my screen and think, "Dear Lord...what now?"
I know that kids hurting kids is a messed up thing and we take these incidents very seriously.
As a parent of one of the multiple offenders, it's also really embarrassing.
I know, I know...I am not the victim here, your kid is, but one day, when you can look back on this and aren't in mama/papa-bear mode and are uber hyped up on "protecting your kid" pheromones, maybe you'll be able to reflect on things and give us a little break.
Our son has always been the epitome of a whirlwind child. Right now my son is a spazz. It's like he's a seven-year-old boy inside a floppy, loud and destructive body and he can't seem to do anything about it. It's beyond frustrating.
He is always stepping on toes, banging into things and shoving you out of his way so he can get to something first. Lord help his little sister if she manages to get the the remote control first. (CRINGE)
Whenever these things happen, we always talk to him (or snap and say "Seriously? Watch out, son!") and yet he has trouble with the main problem: Putting other people above his current goal.