Raising A Real Boy in meh...

My son is a real boy, but he was not the stereotypical boy. He wasn’t rowdy. He didn’t run around all the time. He did, but he was like adult me. A thinker, a loner. An old soul.

So now, I’m basically raising my oldest grandson, Bubby Sr as I call him here. Kid is hella energetic. Bounces off walls, likes to run, play, the whole 9.

Now, comes the hard part. He’s 9. He’s growing. He gets influenced by others and this opens up other discussions that I’d rather not talk about so early. Yet, when shit happens, then there is no way you can avoid it.

I had to pick him up from school yesterday. Seems as if he had taken a picture of himself and his penis was exposed AND he put it as his screen saver. A girl saw it and told the teacher and now he is in trouble. This follows the incident the day before with him and other boys in the class looking up girls in swimsuits on the beach. No nudity, just girls in swimsuits. He was not suspended, after yesterday’s incident, but I have a meeting at the school on Tuesday.

I got to the school and was told that he was very scared. I calmly said, rightfully so. I got him, we walked to the house, since I parked by home and walked to the school to get him. (I live right across the street.) We got home and I tried my best not to yell. But I was fussing hard. I asked him what the hell? What was he thinking? Then I asked him if anyone was touching him. I told him not to lie to me, not to lie on anyone and not to keep other people out of trouble because this is serious. O told him that people use to touch me and mess with me and I didn’t have anyone to tell and I want him to be able to tell me so I can fix it. He’s crying, I’m crying, and then he told me that there’s a kid who is always saying nasty stuff to him, but no one has touched him or shown him things he shouldn’t be seeing. I think he’s lying about who it is because you’re in class and have been in class with the same people for months. You don’t know what his name is? You forget? Bullshit.

I’ve been concerned because he’s been walking around, holding his crotch and gyrating, saying that he was dancing like Michael Jackson. Ok. Then when he isn’t holding his crotch, he will just start twirling his hips, and I look at him and tell him to sit his little ass down somewhere. If it’s not that, he plays with his nipples. But shit, I play with my nipples when he ain’t around so that’s nothing to me. But with him being young, my concern is where the exposure is coming from.

Nothing about my junky house house is remotely sexual. Not even me. I dress modestly when I dress up for work, or I dress tomboyish when I’m casual. If I dress remotely like a girl, it’s modestly alluring. I’m no skank. I am classy in always.

So I told my son that he was not allowed to do anything but watch one tv channel, read a book, or take a nap. He knew the options for lunch and there it is. I then went back to work.

My daughter came to the office with Bubby Jr. I didn’t know if I should tell her, but since she said she was picking him up, I was like, well he is at my house. Then told her what was up. So, by the time I got home, I was drained. Brought home dinner for son and I. I still watched SmackDown but went to bed when it was over.

I thanked God for allowing me to slow down because I could have raged at Bubby. I really could have. He even suggested on the phone that I just spank him because he knows he has it coming. I told him that I love him. I was very disappointed in him, but I love him just the same.

So, I guess I will see him after church tomorrow.

Love each other.

Kindest regards,
Sister