“Is this Rachael Turner, Wyatt’s Mom?”
I hesitate, afraid to hear the news. “Yes.” What has he done now?
This is my second official visit to the school’s nurse’s office, my fourth injury report, and the second time I’ve signed a “know the signs of concussion” form.
Is it really only October? How am I going to make it through the school year at the rate we are going right now? What’s even worse is I have another boy starting school next year.
Look out for those Turner boys.
My six-year-old son explains simply that he must run or he will be caught. Apparently, the girls love to chase the boys, and if they catch them, hug them as much as possible.
Oh no — problems with girls and boys — yes, it’s already begun. And I thought I had a few more years to prepare.
My son hates hugs (except from me — of course). He typically likes to wipe off any kisses and hugs he receives.
So, instead of facing the cruel torture that a hug can bring, he runs as fast as he can, whichever direction he can, looking backwards to make sure the girls aren’t too close behind. Bam. He has hit his head again. It’s a good thing he didn’t go for that hug instead.
Leave it to a boy to rather injure himself than endure affection from a girl.
I have a good feeling this will all change with time, though.
For the here and now, my husband suggested we send him to school with a helmet or perhaps rolled in bubble wrap. But I’m not sure it would help much.
If only it were that easy to keep him protected from the world (or from himself).
My son has always been hardheaded — both literally and figuratively. As a very young child he was a bit of a head-banger, and would slam his head into the floors whenever he was teething, sick, or just didn’t get his way.
Now he just slams his head into anything in his way.
Deep down, I think he likes the attention he is getting from the girls. But he would never, ever admit it. So I have told him, please, be as nice as you can to the little girls. They might chase you, but they aren’t as scary as they seem, and they mean well.
When I was in Kindergarten, I wouldn’t have dared to chase a boy, much less put any moves on him. But times are changing; women are more progressive these days. I guess these girls have already heard if you spot a good one, hang on to him. But they’ve taken it to mean literally grab him on the playground, and don’t let go.
Obviously, I know my son is one of the good ones.
And I’m glad at this point he’s still running from the girls. I just don’t want him to be too mean. Right now, he’s headstrong and thinks his feelings for girls will never change. But he might regret it one day, when he turns around, and he is the one chasing them.
