Wednesday night was our last counseling session with the Intensive Social Worker. It was a bit of a sad night, especially for Alexi who suffers with separation anxiety when it comes time to say “good-bye”. The Intensive program is a short program, only 3 months. They do it that way so the wait isn’t as long and the idea being if you need Intense Therapy then you need it immediately. I am so grateful for the guidance and support that our worker gave us. I can never say enough good things about her or her student.
In order to wrap it all up we a small “celebration party”. We had pizza and enjoyed cake and ice cream (thanks, Mom for baking the cake). We laughed, reminisced and reviewed some of the strategies we’ve learned as a family when there was a knock at the front door. My dog feels it is his duty to inform us, very loudly, every time the door bell rings or someone knocks. In his doggie mind, and I swear he has ADHD and OCD, part of this duty is showing us where the door is, often blocking the hallway with his 65 lbs frame. He performs this duty with great enthusiasm and the paw prints on my front door and torn curtain are testament to his diligence.
After shoving the dog out of the way I opened the door and found the young boy who has been bullying my kids for the last few years, especially my son, on my front porch. He politely asked if he could speak to Rian and Alexi. I just looked at him with my patented “Mom Look” (I’m thinking of selling it on eBay). He told me he wanted to apologize to them for being mean. I must admit I was a little skeptical, but he appeared very sincere so I invited him into the hallway and called both kids to come to the door.
The kids came into the hallway to find their tormentor standing there, baseball cap in hand, and looking very serious. He apologized for calling them names and told them he really thinks they’re both quite smart. He said he’s been going through some tough stuff and he was sorry for being mean. I was so touched by his apology I had goose bumps up and down my arms.
My son put out his hand, shook the boy’s hand and told him “No problem.” Rian shook his hand too and told him she accepted his apology. The young boy nodded his thanks and turned to leave. I held the door for him and told him that what he had just done was very mature and I was extremely impressed with his apology.
We rejoined the party and I told my kids how pleased I was with their acceptance of his apology. It’s not always easy to forgive someone who’s hurt you, I think we can all agree to that, but Rian and Alexi managed to do so with grace and I was proud of them. I think our worker was pleased that she was there to witness this turn of events. It’s amazing how such small an act can have such an effect on the people who witness it.
All three young people showed great sincerity and maturity beyond their years in a few simple words. As for the young boy, I don’t what stuff he’s been going through, but I hope it gets better for him. I think he has the potential to be an amazing young man. He’s already a pretty impressive young boy in my books.