Hard to See Our Kids Suffer

(originally posted February 28, 2014)

Went to Y's history fair at school.
Made sure I dressed up nicely because things have been strained at school between Y and his friends.
I think it has to do with the incident that occurred at house at the beginning of the school year.
When a few of the kids made fun of a passerby because of his race.
The person was so offended that he came by the house.
I was appalled and spoke to the kids, and made hubs do it, too.
We made sure they told their parents.
Some of the kids still made snarky comments.
One said that his mom does not care about these things.
No.  Because they've never been the subject of one.
From then on the kids seemed to have distanced away from Y.
He was no longer invited to their houses, or to hang out.

It probably was us.
But I just can't live with myself if I just let it pass.

So I went to the history fair.
Y sat at a table next to two other classmates.
He was doing nothing, just being alone.
Across from him were the group of kids who used to come to our house.
Kids he used to hang out with.
Many of these now belong to the other class.
Even so, it just felt like he was far away from friends.

So of course I felt sad.
I tried to be very friendly to people.
His friends talked to me, which was nice.
They explained their project, which they did together.
I walked around the room and talked to other kids.
It's hard to see your kid suffer and not to feel you suffer, too.
Yet how do I console him?
I am the same way, too.
It's not like I know any adult parents myself.

I happened to revisit my blog and saw my entry about 10 months ago.
The same topic.
Sigh.