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Nathalie Martinek PhD's avatar

I have experienced the spiritually conscious version of Kindergarden teacher morality. The type who inserts herself into my thread, tells me I need to have balance, that both me and the originally antagonistic person are both right and want the same things, gives her interpretation that makes me the wrong one and then blesses me with love and light & Namaste. This person is a drain.

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Samantha Gluck's avatar

I actually have run into this many times, but I’ve also (rarely) run into the ideal.

When our oldest was barely 5 and we had just begun homeschooling, I took him twice a week to what’s called a “Mother’s Day Out” program. It was on Tuesday and Thursday and lasted from 8:00am to 12:00pm. The purpose was to give mothers time to go to the grocery store, a doctor appointment, or just get a breather.

Anyway, Connor told me almost each time about two other little boys (it was an all boy program) who separately picked on him and quite brutally. I never saw any physical bruises or anything, but they pushed him down, were mean, etc.

I talked to the “teacher,” of course who admitted she had witnessed it and was doing her best to stop it. I instructed Connor never ever to start anything, but that if one of those boys physically hit him or pushed him, he had our permission to hit right back and as hard as he could. He had NEVER hit back. We told him that even if he got in trouble at “school,” that he wouldn’t be in trouble at home.

So things moved along to the very last day of the program. I got a call about an hour before I was to pick him up. The sister (it was run by wonderful nuns) told me he had knocked Cameron’s two front teeth out.

I was mortified. Not only because that’s quite a punch from a boy who was a head shorter than anyone else, but also because I went to college with Cameron’s mother, Miranda. Miranda had been in the same athletic program as me and she didn’t care much for me back then. Not that she hated me, but it was more like thinly-veiled disdain. All of the emotions of those days came rushing upon me. I expected her to rail on me because Connor knocked Cam’s front teeth out. The pit of my stomach was in turmoil. As you might guess, I’m not good with some situations like that -- at least I was as a 6 month pregnant very young mother.

Anyway, to my delight and surprise, as I walked up to Miranda in the parking lot when she was escorting that little doll Cameron to her SUV, I had a mind to apologize. As soon as I opened my mouth, she put her hand up in a gesture to stop me. I stopped. And this is almost word-for-word of what she said, “Don’t worry about Cameron’s teeth, they were gonna fall out this summer anyway and he most likely deserved what he got. Sister Agnes has been telling me about his bullying of Connor and you can bet we’re putting a stop to it.

I was so relieved and so grateful. We became friends after that. Not close friends, but the kind of ladies who have lunch together every three or four months.

I think about Miranda quite often and Connor is now 28. She became a model to me when it comes to similar situations and even difficult situations, which are far different.

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