My Son

Today, I write to honor my son. My firstborn. One of the joys of my life! When he was born, I fell in love immediately. How could you not, when presented with such gorgeous curls?

My son, (all my children, in fact), but my son has had a rough life. Life has not been kind to him. Today I will speak of only two life eperiences. I use these two because the relate. When my son was in elementary school, he was bullied. I don't mean the school yard teasing that goes on. I mean hard core bullying. A couple of the "bigger" things come to mind.

1) Having multiple pink erasers thrown at you when the teacher turned their back
2) Walking up to a group of your "friends" in the schoolyard to have them turn and walk away
3) Having your clothes flushed

and the worst of it:
4) Being encircled by a group of boys who stand shoulder to shoulder, put you in the middle and beat on you.

Three years.

Three years

Three heart wrenching horrible pain staking humiliating embarrassing torturous nausea inducing, crying angry years we lived.

THREE!

And then Jeffrey graduated and went to high school.

And then grade 10 hit and Jeff met a wonderful friend, his best friend! We LOVE him. My son's best friend is an amazing lovable kind and compassionate friend. I also recently just met two more friends of my son's and they all seem to be of the same mold. And they are all lovely.

And that's where my son was last night. In the middle of the hell he walked last night, he was at least, praise God, with his friends.

For you see, last night, my son went for a walk with all of the aforementioned boys. Jeff in grade 10 and the rest in grade 11. They walked to the corner store. Travel in numbers we are told. And so, doing their due diligence, they traveled in numbers. And as they were walking back, a kid from school approached them. And he was drunk! And he was high!

And he proceeded to assault my son. He had a baton, thankfully he didn't use it. He attempted to rob my son. And he close fisted beat my son in the head 10 times.

My son was staying overnight at his friend's house. Thankfully, she immediately phoned the police. They showed up, too the statement of all four boys and went to talk to the other child. Yet can such a monster be called a child?

And after all that I took my son to ER. After waiting a ton of time, we found out that he has post concussive syndrome. Essentially, he very well could have suffered a minor concussion and has to watch the himself over the course of the following few days. He may have nausea, headaches and blank spaces.

Sure, that's the easy part. What is not seen is that all of this will have triggered into his bullying eperiences and my son very well may start showing PTSD symptoms. SO what have I done? Well, just like after the robbery, I have lined up trauma therapy for him. And we talk. And we hug. And we love on each other. And Mommy prays, that instead of destruction, God brings good things out of my son's eperiences.

And so this blog is to my son. It is too honor him. And to esteem him. And to show him that no matter what the world at large things, one mom and many people are pleased and proud of who he is. And, HE IS LOVED!