Our sweet little Carsten is so tough yet so tender.
Today at school they were having their Thanksgiving feast. The teacher told the kids that they could dress like pilgrims and indians if they wanted to. Carsten decided that he was going to wear indian war paint to school. He told his teacher his plans and she said that it sounded great. He came home and told me about his plan and I told him that that was just fine. He woke up this morning and the first thing he said was, "Don't forget about my indian paint today mom!" I told him that I hadn't forgotten and that I would figure something out. So I went around the house looking for something I could use as indian paint. I found washable ink in a variety of colors and used that.
He was thrilled!
However when it was time to go to the bus stop he didn't want to walk with the boys. I started to worry that maybe he was worried about being teased and so I gave him a few baby wipes in a zip lock bag that he could put in his backpack just incase he wanted to take the ink off. I drove him to school and dropped him off. Then I remembered that Bradon had left the house without grabbing a sweatshirt so I parked the car and went to find Bradon out on the playground. On my way to the playground I passed Carsten's class and saw Carsten huddled on the ground with his backpack over his face with 3 or 4 boys standing over him teasing him about his indian paint. I was immediately irritated! I walked over to the boys and asked them why they didn't have COOL indian paint on their faces. I mean, it is the day of the Thanksgiving feast and indian paint IS totally cool, why didn't they have it on? The one little boy looked at me and said, "Are you Carsten's mother?" I said, "Yes I am and his indian paint is cool!" I think that this was all just a little more than Carsten could take. He continued to be huddled in his little ball on the ground covering his face. I took him into the class mud room and got his teachers attention. I explained what was going on and she then did her best to make Carsten feel good about the situation. She then told her AM students about Carsten's really cool paint and the kids all came to the mud room to take a look. Carsten was doubly embarrassed and I... I was failing as a mother! His teacher then said that she was pretty sure that all the kids would love to have cool face paint on but she just didn't have any. I told her that I could go get some if she would like. She said she thought that that was a good idea. I ran the idea past Carsten and he thought that it was a good idea too. So off I went on my quest to find face paint so that my sweet tender boy wouldn't feel so different from all the other kids. I found some at partyland and then went back to Carsten's class and applied face paint to over half the class including the little mean kids that were making fun of him.
The things a mother will do to try to protect her children from the mean cruelties of the world! I just wish that kids wouldn't be so mean! And I wonder, how do you teach your children to have confidence. To have a high self esteem. To not let other people bother them. How?


