Hi everyone,
I am new to this board...but not to the HB. A quick overview of my situation. Two years ago I was injured at work and have suffered back problems since (has been taken care of, and all is going well now). At that time my children were boy (4) and girl (2). Life was non-existant for me. I couldn't stand the kids around only because they wanted me to pick them up, hold them and you know....loving things. I decided to get (painfully) down to them to give them their hugs and kisses. Well, after a year of that (let's not even get into the back spasm episodes my kids witnessed, nor their mommy crying from the pain--"but mommy..you never cry")--my back completely failed and I was bed-ridden for 2 months before they could get me into surgery.
I had lost my life as I knew it...but I REFUSED

to lose my family life as well. I turned my bedroom into a rumpus room. We (they) painted, colored, drew, and played Sega in there. The activities I proclaimed with them were: balloon toss (great exercise for one who cannot walk), watching movies, having bed picnics, and lots of snuggle-time. They flourished. Luckily...it was during the winter months, so inside activities were appropriate anyway. My daughter goes to day care (because I just couldn't handle 2 little ones in my condition) all day. It is my son that is having problems (again) lately.
Due to the financial burden of my back problems, we ended up in a very low-income neighborhood. We are caucasian and we were living in a 95% Hispanic neighborhood. I don't have a problem with that, if everyone could live together peacefully. The other thing is we have NO backyard NOR frontyard. The streets are where he must play--we are at the end of a circle. Things were going just fine for a while until my son wanted to play outside in the Spring (I had just had my back surgery)...not able to stand or walk for long (but at least I was walking again!). He kept coming home with bruises, scrapes and cuts--daily. He wouldn't tell me what happened nor who did that to him (he was NOT going to be a tattle-tail...he was a "big boy" now). The neighbors would come tell me he hit or kicked one of their kids or swore at them. There were many complaints. I took action wherever I could, sometimes simply keeping him with me was the best solution.
Then one day my son was playing with the other boys, I could hear them (that was my only way to "watch" him for the hours he wanted to play outside). It had gotten quiet for a few minutes, so I got up and went to the front door to see what was happening. My son came home really beaten up bad (he is only 6 years old--mind you). Another mother (the other of 2 only other caucasians on the street) was beside him walking with him to me. I came out and found out WHO was beating him up. She said she would stand by me as I confronted the parents...she did. No more problems since.
He has improved noticeably in school and his relationships there, as well as with the neighborhood kids (he has more restrictions out of necessity now), but all-in-all...he wasn't in trouble any more at school--for the ENTIRE school year! Until last week. He was playing in the playground and prolly had to pee, but didn't want to stop playing...bottom line, he didn't make it to the bathroom. My neighbor was home as I was at vocational rehabilitation and she brought clean clothes to him ... her DAUGHTER's clothes. They were sweat pants...but girl undies.
So....over the past 5 days of school, he has: punched a kid in the nose (bringing his dad down to the school), thrown wet papertowels on the bathroom ceiling, jumped 4 kids trying to cut in line at lunch, kicked a kid "just" sitting on a carpet, pulled down his pants (to his undies) and kicked a wall, and kicked and pushed a boy RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE PRINCIPAL. Oh...that was a beauty. yikes.
I discussed all of this with his teacher...she just could NOT understand why he was behaving this way so suddenly, he had been SO GOOD all year. After our talk, I could see complete understanding in her eyes as to all the things he was acting out in the last week. Not that anything is an excuse...but understanding is what I was after here. I think this worked....I just PRAY it sticks. He had a big, smiley face that came home yesterday stating he was great... all day.
What else can I do? Any suggestions here? I have also (since the last episode) made a mini-golf course out of a little patch of greenery in front of our door. My son LOVES golf....so only the kids that behave themselves are allowed to come and play. I've gotten a tetherball, and a basketball hoop too...all used and very old--but serviceable, and it keeps my son RIGHT WHERE I CAN SEE HIM at any time in the day. If I have to turn my back...I can hear him too. Do you know there hasn't been ONE incident since I started this new play area thing? Not one push. Not one swear word. Only lots and lots of laughter. Unfortunately, there isn't ONE hispanic either--I say unfortunately because I don't think we should segregate ourselves intentionally like this. But I feel like I must...for my child's sake and for his life. The other nationalities come over...from Jordan, Asia, Phillipines...and other places (I'm sure). But I am beginning to think it is the hispanic parents who are putting these bad deeds into their children's heads...that hurts my heart to think it so, but I am afraid it is true. Enough talking...I hope you all have a wonderful and glorious day!
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