What a week.
My little son, who has the smallest heart, was broken this week.
Broken bones can be healed. A broken heart not so easily.
I stood outside the school grounds and saw him fall apart. I watched him stand up and just break.
I wasn’t even planning on being there but something just said to me that I should stay.
After playing thirteen games for the A team, after being in the starting 15, after playing full games the last 5 games, he wasn’t chosen to be in the team.
There was absolutely no reason for him to even think he wouldn’t be chosen. The little boy who was chosen in his place was ALWAYS the reserve player.
He stood there, in front of the “chosen ones” and my son broke. Burst out crying. The other 3 boys expected it and handled it much better.
He has the smallest heart but that whole heart is rugby. He loves rugby with every fiber in that little body.
I can say many bad things but will decline to do so. As it is I was called into the principal’s office.
I was told that it is time for him to face disappointments. For me to allow him to grow up.
Firstly he is 10.
But most importantly there is a massive difference between being disappointed and being treated unfairly. One can handle disappointment (like if they chose the team 13 matches ago and he wasn’t chosen then) and being treated unfairly, like now.
It’s like promising your employee that you will definitely give them a raise but by the time the raise is due, you call them in and fire them.
We were told that he would be in the team. It was discussed in front of him that he would be the wing.
There is nothing they can do to fix it now. The damage is done.
Maybe sorry? Maybe I wish we did it differently?
Damage done though.
Love how we are now being treated at school. Such a pleasure to not be greeted. Not by the parents though. They all feel for Zander, with some not agreeing with the decision at all.
I really have a hard time accepting the way it was handled. It’s sad that the situation is where it is at now, since he has to try out for the team again next year. With the same coach(es). I do hope that they won’t hold this whole situation against him. The boy who has been hurt by the way adults treated the situation.
He played B team rugby yesterday though. He came off the field with the biggest smile on his face. He played flank. The position I have felt he should play all along. The brothers, my dad, we all thought he would be a much better flank than a wing. Well he proved it yesterday. He made tackle after tackle. Moved from tackle to tackle all in one play.
I was so proud of him. His little heart is not healed but he has proved that his spirit can’t be broken.
Zander, we love you. We are proud of you regardless.
If I baby my kids, I’m sorry. I do know that I have awesome kids though. Caring children. Children who respect others.
I’m proud of my children. All of them.
Just don’t try to break one. I will stand there like an idiot in the principal’s office and cry like a baby. Unable to speak. I will stand up for them though. I will baby them if I have to. I will not let adults hurt them.