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- Peggy
- I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Fight
Yesterday was everybody's first day back to school after an extended
break, and I was hoping to enjoy the quiet. Of course Timmy had other
ideas and was persnickety all day. Perhaps he missed his big brother? I
felt like pulling my hair out by the time Scott came home from work.
Standing
at the top of the stairs with a screaming baby on my hip, I was ready
to hand off Timmy as soon as he reached the landing. Looking at Scott's
face I suspected that something was wrong. Then I noticed the blood on
his sweater and knew that he had endured a very bad day.
As
it turns out, he needed to break up a student fight. He explained that
in his 21 years of teaching he has broken up countless hallway tussles.
This was, without a doubt, the worst fight he had ever witnessed. After
all, you know it was a violent interaction when both participants
departed the school in ambulances.
As Scott began to
share the story, it was revealed that the fight was between two girls.
At this point Robby chimed in, declaring that his Daddy had seen a "cat
fight." I was surprised that he was familiar with that term, but I
digress. I guess I'll deal with his bluntness at another time.
After
seeing the fight unfold, Scott and another teacher attempted to to
break it up. Apparently these girls are either adept at fighting, were
incredibly angry or perhaps both. They were determined to inflict pain
and, unfortunately, they succeeded. Scott fully admits that he was
pulled around like a rag doll as he desperately tried to restrain one of
the girls.
He has some bruises, but his thumb seems
to be causing him the most discomfort. It is swollen and oddly shaped,
which is a cause for concern. He is going to get it checked out today
and I'm hoping that it isn't broken or dislocated.
The
new sweater that I bought him for Christmas is now in the trash,
splattered with the blood of these angry girls. I'm worried about his
thumb but thankful that he wasn't more severely injured. I find myself
angry that somebody hurt him, and scared when I think about my boys
entering that environment.
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