Empowering my child: facing peer pressure together

IN THIS segment of Raising Tracy, I must admit — this one stretched me. Bent me emotionally. I got the call. The kind no parent wants to get. My son’s teacher, calm and kind as always, rang to inform me about an incident he’d been involved in at school.

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Now, I won't go into the details here — the internet has a long memory, and my child deserves the dignity of growing up without his missteps catalogued online.

One day he might read this and I want him to know: I understand. And more importantly, I support him in learning from his mistakes.

The teacher and I were both a little puzzled. Whatever had happened, it didn’t sound like him.

Yes, he’s the king of chatter - Mr 100 words per second, much like his mother — but he’s also kind-hearted, considerate, and honestly, he’d rather talk you to sleep than hurt anyone's feelings.

So, I confronted him. Sat down, calm voice, gentle tone. “Tell mommy what happened”. Flat denial. Nothing. Nada.