Delwyn Tattum and Eva Tattum (1992) proposed the following definition: "Bullying" is the willful, conscious desire to hurt another and put him/her under stress."
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Aaron is being bullied by a boy in the neighborhood. The boy is Aaron's age and visits his father who lives in the same neighborhood with his ex-wife. This boy has gotten in Aaron's face and said, "Wanna fight?!" while Aaron tried to shy away and get into the house. I caught this boy doing it as I was coming down my driveway about 6 months ago. This boy is friends with the boy right next door and they pal around together. A couple of months ago they threw rocks at Aaron as he rode his bike home. Michael told the boys that hitting Aaron with rocks constituted assault and that police would be called next time. Soooooo, just yesterday Aaron was came in the house and said that another boy, who he didn't know, was walking with the neighbor boys shoved him and called him the "F*** word and they would kick his a**!" I immediately went outside and saw the main bullies dad standing on the porch. There is only one house separating us, so I called over asking if there was a friend over with his son and he said yes. I told him what happened. In a cocky tone he said that the boys said Aaron had shoved one of them and tried to pick a fight. (Keep in mind Aaron is skinny as a rail with no muscle tone!!! AND there were three boys walking in a pack together!!!) I told the boys father that in fact several months ago it was his son that I witnessed with my own eyes and ears try to pick a fight with Aaron while Aaron was just trying to walk home. This "man's" response was inane! He said, "Well, I heard about stuff your son did in Elementary school!" WHAT????????!!!!!! As soon as, he saw Michael drive up from work he scurried into his house for a few minutes only to come out and talk to a neighbor across the street. It is interesting that this "man" has no problem with his son bullying my son, nor talking trash to me, but the moment my husband arrives he shows his true stripes. I suppose I will spend a lot of the summer in the yard monitoring the goings on. Unfortunately, this bully's mother lives at the other end of our large subdivision, so it offers quite a large territory for Aaron to have to deal with as he goes back and forth to other friend's homes and the library.
On a side note: Aaron has to deal with a young man at Church who has anger management problems and tried to pick a fight with him all through Sunday School. I got a phone call from the teacher who praised Aaron for the way he handled the constant needling. Aaron let it roll off his back and kept participating with the class.
Aaron has his faults, as we all do, and he drives me crazy with some of the things he does, but he doesn't deserve the junk he has to deal with from this neighbor boy, his equally childish father and the rude kids that follow suit.
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Michael and Aaron went camping shortly after the bullying incident and I received an e-mail that they got to the camp safely. I talked to both of them this morning and Michael said Aaron's back was sore from the hike and we should look into getting him an internal frame pack because Michael's old external frame pack was just inadequate for comfortable hiking.
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This stands for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The Turtles are right up there with Ben 10 on Noah's scale of way cool heros. They both often sport Noah's favorite color, green. BONUS! Eve often thinks whatever Noah likes is cool, so she will probably go to the new TMNT today with Noah and Granny Sue.
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Background papers by Jen Wilson (Meaningful Bonus papers),
Fonts: Jayne Print/ DB Michael,
Stitched Blooms by Natalie Braxton,
A Day at the Zoo Monogram (modified) by Shabby Princess,
Staples from Softly Softly by KSharonK,
Bent frames by Nancy Comelab,
Giraffe doodle by Kate Hadfield,
Cardboard flip by Linda Gil Bildal
Scalloped ribbon from Simply Irresistable by Gina Cabrera
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