Coburn Kids

I had promised the girls that on Friday night they could have a Pajama Party.  Which they were so excited about, so as we drove to Wal-Mart to pick up snacks and a cheap movie I asked Gena how her day at school was.  She responds with “Mom, it was terrible.” Gena is so hard to get information from usually.  She’s the type of kid that you ask her how her day was and it’s always, “fine”. Ask her what she did at school, “stuff”. If you push her she gets upset and feels like she’s being interrogated,  but when I asked her what happened she just started spilling the details.

At recess, she was playing a monster game with some of the kids.  They had dug out a hole in the woodchips and they were trying to get the eggs from the monster who was a boy in Gena’s grade. This boy apparently turned on Gena without any provocation and began to repeatedly punch her in the stomach. I asked her why she didn’t run away and she told me that he kept pushing her to the ground and then started punching her again over and over. I asked her if she told him to stop and she said she did and told him that he was hurting her.  She doesn’t know the boy’s name. She knows her classmates who saw the whole thing though. I asked her if she went and told a teacher on the playground but she told me that the bell rang to line up so she did to. When she went inside she told her teacher who dismissed her and told her not to play the game or with that boy again. She went to the bathroom after that with a friend because she didn’t want to cry in front of her classmates and her tummy hurt.

Needless to say, we left a message with the school and I will be going in on Monday to talk to them about this.  For 5 hours aftwards she was complaining about how her stomach still hurt and she couldn’t bend over. I am, of course, livid. Even more so when one of Gena’s friends tells her that this same boy has pushed her down before and started laughing at her. Obviously, this kid is a problem. Gena does not want to go to school on Monday, she’s afraid to see this boy. I am just hoping that I don’t go mother bear on whatever poor soul at the school listens to this story on Monday as I think of my little 7 year old girl getting punched repeatedly in the stomach and pushed to the ground. She did the right thing, the thing we TELL our kids to do when something like this happens: don’t fight back, go tell an adult. Then she was ignored by her Teacher. I’ll let you all know on Monday how this turns out.

That night though, in conjunction with the PJ party we also let the girls do a “camp out” in there room in their little tents.  They love that. It was pitch black in their room but I got the picture below: