THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM...

PREMONITION OR JUST AN ORDINARY DAY?​​
          It was another ordinary spring day. Or so I thought. The phone number on the caller ID looked familiar, but I was busy being a social worker and focused on addressing the concerns related to my patients. Half-way on the treatment floor the unit secretary stopped me on my tracks to announce that there was the elementary school on the phone for me.  I went back to my office to take the call as I was wondering what it could be about.
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           My 6-year old son was in kindergarten. Maybe he had gotten sick? He was fine that morning... I grabbed the phone. "Is this Sammy’s mom?" I heard. "I just wanted to let you know that I have your son here and I have cleaned him up a bit. I guess there was another boy that hit him." Before I could squeeze in any questions the nurse continued, "I do not have any details of the story of what happened but wanted to let you know that I have applied some ice. There was a little bit of blood and one of the teeth came loose. Sammy said that he already had two teeth loose so the third one may have been loose already.  Cause you know kids at this age they tend to lose teeth." Speechless for several reasons I really did not have any questions to the nurse who did not get any points for empathy in my book.
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         I proceeded outside where there is better cell signal.  Who built this place anyways?? And no cellphone reception when you need it! The day was warm. The April sun was out and it just felt good. I used the App that I had always used to communicate with my son’s teacher. She responded to my message very quickly stating that she was about to call me. The message read that Sam had been hurt while outdoors and that another child had hit him.  When I was inquiring what had happened she said that Sammy had been too upset and crying uncontrollably to speak a word so she did not know what had happened. The teacher was apologetic. 
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           The lack of information left me puzzled and annoyed. I wondered if I needed to pick up my son. The teacher reported that Sammy was ok and was able to finish out the school day.  When I picked him up at the end of the day, I had decided to stay calm and really not make a bid deal about the incident as I was waiting for him to share the details with me. Sam was calm. 

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          "I heard what happened in school today, Sam. Did you not have a good day?"  There was too much silence.  “No.” No elaboration.  It was the first day of T-ball. The group text message from the coach said the practice would be in a nearby mostly deserted park outside the town. After inquiry I received the address to the practice location.  I am wondering if I should be asking Sam more questions? He seems too calm… maybe preoccupied? Sam had been so excited for the T-ball! It was really bothering me that his usual bubbly self was gone. 

             The night before he had been trying on the gray pants. It had been obvious that he needed the belt. We couldn't find it anywhere! Go figure! When you need something... My frustration was mounting, and if I am honest with myself, got louder with him than I had wanted to.  After all, it was just a T-ball practice. As we started our short car trip to the practice following the directions from the Google Map I was praying that we would not be late; I wanted at least one thing to go wright on that day.  It was kind of pushing!

           The road was windy and on both sides of the road there were trees that created shadows on the road.  Keep the eyes on the road and watch for deer...  “Sam, did another kid hit you today?”  As I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw what seemed to be an eye-roll and I heard a sigh. “Yes, mom. He punched me.” My eyes were fixated on the mirror as I watched in disbelief as my son was imitating this other boy. His fist flung mercilessly against his own cheek, to his chest, and then with his little arm bent trying to reach his back but the seat-belt got on the way. He finally just said, “...and on my back when I fell over…” There was a huge pit in my stomach as I was trying to digest what I was hearing. I determined that the school needed to really explain what had happened. Because things were just not adding up. 

            “Breathe… breathe!!... What?!”  I was looking at the road trying to hold back the tears.  “Sam, you mean he did not hit you once…?! “No, he punched me.  And then I fell over... and he continued to punch me on my chest and on my back...” The driving app in my phone announced that we had arrived to the practice location.  There was a cornfield on one side of the road and an ancient cemetery, with stone crosses and uncut grass slowly moving in the wind, on the other side of the road.  If I had known at that time, I would have accounted that as a sign for impending struggles up ahead.  A sign that the destination to what had begun on that day at school was going to be very difficult and almost impossible to reach. 

        Was my son being bullied...? Fear of many parents.  Bullying has become a prominent topic in our communities and inevitably stands out as an area of need for intervention for a safe and conducive environment.  The topic of bullying has also been at the forefront of the policy-making initiatives in Pennsylvania and nationwide.  It seems that our country has reached the point of crisis with the school violence that floods over to the cyber platform (Heirman, & Walrave, 2012).  Most of the people are familiar with the slogan of zero-tolerance that is often expressed in connection with the bullying in the schools. 

          However, when looking at the research, there is a startling discovery that the bullying intervention programs that reflect the slogan of zero-tolerance, have a limited idea if any, what zero-tolerance looks like (Hawley, & Williford, 2015).  The state-wide policies addressing bullying in schools define the concepts and ideas in such broad terms that once the school is faced with the new regulation, the staff is not even sure how to implement the statute. 

             Knowing that there is a divide between what our lawmakers are creating and how to implement the new regulations in real-life situations become even more complicated as we look at the anti-bullying programs.  The research has shown that the current anti-bullying prevention programs have moderate to low efficacy (Hawley, & Williford, 2015). Therefore, there is a dire need to implement anti-bullying programs that carry some backbone to make a difference and to guarantee the safety of the children by preventing the bullying. 
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             A bullying prevention program that solely relies on the ideas of adults does not offer interventions that are seen as necessary and effective by students.  This is the case because the students within the school are the subject matter experts.  When the students are left in charge of the development of the bullying prevention program and rely on the support of the adults, they are also empowered to utilize the program as intended. 
            The effective anti-bullying program will have positive implications for tolerance and acceptance among students, which make difficult conversations about bullying in the context of accepting the uniqueness of human nature more transparent.  This is necessary as only through open conversation and transparency the negative behaviors will change.  These types of conversations will bring into light the individuality and opportunities to learn about the cultural and background differences of people.  It will offer opportunities to learn...

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​           I got on the phone with Sam’s older brother. I demanded, “You need to come here right now! Something bad happened in school and I need you... and I think I need to file a police report...” Even though many of my thoughts were jumbled together, I managed to ramble off the details of what I had found out about the incident at school. Sam's older brother who had fully experienced the public education system - all twelve years of it, calmly voiced, “Mom, you cannot do that! This is not how things are done…” I accused him of not standing up for his little brother.  He rationalized that things happen.  Things do happen. I know that.  But not like this!!

          He cautioned me that I am going about this the wrong way.  Is it wrong to want to find out the truth?! After all, I am not only mother but also social worker with the passion to advocate for justice and bring awareness to inequalities.  I promised to call him back and got on the phone with one of my good friends who showed compassion and empathy as I rattled off about what had happened to Sam at school. While on the phone with her, I noticed in the corner of my eye how this sweet little boy was having fun trying to hit the ball off the tee.  Kind of hesitant with the bat.  But that’s ok. It’s not like we had seriously practiced before.  I searched for signs of distress.  He seemed chatty usual self.

            I told my friend on the phone that I needed to file a report with the police because the whole story did not sit well with me. I was hopeful that she would agree with me and would give the needed green light because I had never had to take such drastic measures.  I rationalized to her that the school had not provided detailed information about the incident, and was also questioning why the school did not inquire more details from both parties involved. It’s just not making sense.  My friend reasoned, “I am telling you right now!  You do not want to file for a report. You are going to look like a crazy, over-reacting mother.  They will not take you seriously.  Now, you should have a meeting with the school and find out more information that way first.” 

          The practice was winding down. Some of the parents had already left.  I was content having had the opportunity to snap couple of pictures of Sam's first T-ball practice.  No time for socialization with other parents.  There would be next time to get to know everybody.  I had resigned the idea of contacting the police. I suppose it is a fine balancing act being social worker and mother in a rural area where everyone knows everybody, and since I am not part of any of the local cliques, I am nobody - an outsider to this town. I concluded that I would proceed cautiously by requesting for the meeting with the school.   Crazy and over-reacting mother or not, I needed more information on what had happened to my son. 

​ADVOCATING FOR MY SON: WHY HE DID NOT MATTER? 
           The next day I called the principal and left him a message requesting to speak about the incident on the playground. I remembered the ancient Estonian saying: "Aeg tundub ootajale pikk..."  I continued to re-play the story of what Sammy had shared with me.  There was some guilt that crept in.  Why is it that I had not been able to protect him more?  Did I not prepare him enough for kindergarten? ... to socialize with other kids?  I did not hear back from the principal until two days later.  “I was just getting ready to call you. I wanted to find out what had happened because this was the first time I had heard that there had been an incident.” I was stunned.   The staff had not bothered to let him know about the incident.  I made a mental note to ask him about the school policy regarding bullying and harassment.  We agreed to have a meeting with him and Sam’s teacher to discuss this matter.  The meeting was prioritized seven days out because there were more pressing issues that the school was managing.  I suppose any other meeting, task and deadline were taking precedence.  But not my son.  Making another mental note about that.   

"MOM, I DON'T WANT EVER TO BE HURT LIKE THAT AGAIN..."            
           “Mom, can I sleep in your bed tonight?” Sam was getting to be such a big boy... already in kindergarten. “Ok,” I responded.  I was exhausted and did not feel like dealing with the monsters in his closet or under the bed. It’s easier this way right now.  He squished his little fingers into my armpit and soon enough was fast asleep. I could tell because his breathing became calm and the air from his nostrils tickled my arm.  How peaceful it was! I wanted to remember that moment forever. Because there were more serious monsters that I had to deal with than the ones, which Sammy believed were living in his closet.  And I needed strength for that. 

           I met with the teacher and the principal as planned.  The teacher seemed apologetic and expressed how sorry she was that Sam had gotten hurt on the playground.  The principal expressed how he understood what I was going through and the concern I had related to the incident.  Something  started to boil inside of me:  He understood what I was going through?!  When I asked for the policy that describes how the school deals with violence, he explained that there was none because each incidence was handled on an individual basis.  I tried to digest the information that I had just received.  I asked whether there was any investigation or questioning of what took place.  The teacher responded that Sam had been too upset to share any details about the incident, and therefore they could not ask any questions.  There had not been and was not going to be any investigation related to the incident, which had caused physical hurt and would lead to mental anguish as I soon learned.

             It had been almost two weeks since the incident and no investigation or really nothing.  That was it!  When I inquired about what the consequences had been for the other boy involved, the principal expressed that the other child's parents had been notified.  I was confused as I did not understand how that would qualify as a consequence.  My face gave away the perplexity as the principal went on to explain how this had been the first incident for both of the boys, and therefore there would be nothing official done about it. 

              I received the message loud and clear: this had been the first incident for my son! I did not even know what role he had played in this incident because it had not been investigated.  However, he was at fault regardless... How did this count as an incident against Sam because he really did not seek out the beating or did not welcome the hurt that came with it??   My heart was bleeding for the hurt that my son had endured, for which he was now being reprimanded. The meeting had been a wasted time.  I offered the school official another opportunity to answer how I could get access to the policy that addresses school violence.  I received yet another roundabout answer that did not make sense.  The implied message that I take away from the meeting is that how bad can it really be because we are talking about the kindergarteners.