I'm sensitive!

William is well known in this blog as one of my biggest criers. Today was no different. I thought I got off well after the morning awards ceremony and we were tear free. Recess was a different story.

William was playing soccer and one kid kicked the ball straight towards him. It was a bulls eye! (just think about it) He immediately dropped to the ground crying. (**I played soccer for many years on a boy's team, I am familiar with this injury.**) If I tried adding up all the tears I'd seen in my soccer years and compare them to today, they wouldn't have a chance. I could not believe the screaming and tears I was seeing. I knew that he would survive, so I did not rush over. I gave him a few minutes to cool down. He didn't.

I walked over and sat next to him on the ground. I began to remind him of a story where a boy cried wolf when there wasn't a wolf and when the wolf really came, people didn't believe him. I related this story to the crying he does on a weekly basis. I mentioned the crying that happened when someone bumped him last week (it was less than a bump actually) and the crying that was caused by getting hit by a clipboard on the arm (by another student, not myself). I will admit that I was less than supportive of the fit he was throwing. I explained, "William, I am never sure when you are really hurt because there are tears for everything. I don't know what to do for you." (And this type of injury doesn't have a "cure".) As I ended the sentence, he informed me, "IT'S BECAUSE I'M SENSITIVE!"