We crossed a bridge that we’ve never crossed before with Logan this week. You see, he is a relatively quiet and content guy. Every day he arrives home from school announcing his great day and proceeds to do homework or play with his brother. We are used to this and grateful for such uneventful experiences. And, by uneventful, I mean no drama, just fine times. That is how we prefer it.

However, yesterday, Logan actually came to use with a real concern. Our ears perked up like a dog on the hunt. What was wrong? Was our boy okay? Do tell, do tell!

So, her proceeded to let us know that a boy in his class was making him very uncomfortable by the inappropriate things he was saying. Logan said his classmate “spoke things that no boy should say or do”. You might imagine that our curiosity was at it’s max and I asked if Logan would please tell us what he had heard from this classmate. 

He wouldn’t tell us.

He said he just couldn’t repeat it.

He simplydidn’t want us to know.

Oh boy, I thought, this is early. Isn’t it? For him the be learning bad things? But when I really thought about it, I remember some things of very questionable content that I heard and learned about in early elementary school and maybe the time is upon us. *sigh* If I could just save his poor little innocent mind from the rot that comes out of other kid’s mouths.  

If only I could keep him safe by me forever… 

I tried explaining to Logan that daddy and I were kids once, too, and that I’m certain anything he would tell us, we have heard before. In fact, I told him that I remember not wanting my own parents to know what I had heard at school because they most certainly couldn’t possibly know about such things!

He still wouldn’t tell us. So, we let it lie and didn’t push. Chris and I asked him what we could do to help him. Or, for that matter, if he wanted our help…and he did!

This was a triumph for us because we felt like he truly trusted us and wanted to depend on us. Logan asked me to email his teacher and see if she would please move the boy away from him because he didn’t want to be near him.

I was comforted to receive a response from his teacher before the end of the day affirming that she would most definitely make Logan more comfortable and address the problem. 

Chris and I hoped that we handled this situation appropriately because like I said, we hadn’t faced anything like this before. Sometimes we giggle, lovingly and when it is just Chris and I, about how “square” our sweet Logan is and how did he possibly become so? 

But actually, it’s fine that he is. Because if it keeps him turned off and away from inappropriate classmates then he’s already doing himself a great big favor. But seriously, I just want to go shake the kids who corrupt my young boy. But, I know that once my children are out from under my wing, I have to hope and pray that what Chris and I have taught them and the values that we’ve brought them up on will be enough to keep them going straight.