September 27th, 2007
That’s how I’m known, ya know… Samara’s Mom.
And that’s okay.
And I don’t mind calling other parents to introduce myself, however I prefer when it’s to invite her friends over to play or to get the spelling lists that we’ve forgotten at school… again…
and not for the reason that I had to call today.
When Samara walked in the door tonight she said, “I just can’t take it any more.”
My immediate thought?
What now, oh Queen of Drama?
What came out of her mouth next floored me.
“There’s this boy on the bus (we’ll call him Jim) and he keeps telling (we’ll call her best friend Rae) that he wants to… you know… with me.”
“You know what, Samara?” Praying that it was anything but what I already knew it was.
“I can’t say the word” she said.
“Say it,” I said followed by “I won’t yell at you.”
“sssssss………….”
“What Samara?”
“Sex. He tells Rae that he wants to me to come to his house so that we can have sex.”
WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT?
I looked at her and said, “Samara, I’m going to the school with so you better be telling me the truth.”
She looked at me and said, “Today he told me he wanted to hump me.”
“Are you telling me the truth?” I ask again. The last thing I want to make is false accusations against a FIRST GRADER…..
Matthew piped up and said, “She’s telling the truth mom, I heard him.”
I looked at her and told her that I would take care of it. Inside I was ready to scream.
How do FIRST GRADERS know about sex? And WHY is he talking to my baby and her friend about it… not only about it, but an act that he wants THEM involved in?
So tonight, I called Rae’s mom. After I calmed down. Because I am going to the school and because her daughter is also involved, I didn’t want her to be blindsided.
She thanked me of course and told me that Rae hadn’t said anything to her about it.
And to keep her in the loop.
And I will.
But even as I sit here and type this out, I’m still in shock about this.
I’m not the most protective parent, but I do monitor what my children hear and see. And, I’m sorry, but I don’t care how old you are, you shouldn’t be talked to in that manner. I’d probably slap the man that looked at me and said that. Or said it to my best friend about me.
So here’s where I’m stuck. Into how much detail do I go with my 8 year old? Do I take this up with the school and not go into specifics about what this is that he’s talking about (praying that she doesn’t already know)? Or do I sit her down and talk to her about it?
Seriously, I don’t know how much more I can take this week. (More on Matthew later…)
Until next time…
Heather
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