Chewing Things Over

I heard the kiddos come running and yelling down the hall toward the RS room today. It was primary program day and then visiting teaching conference in RS, so the priesthood was taking over primary for the day. Yeah. All you moms--you know what that means. CHAOS!!! PANDEMONIUM!!!

We weren't quite finished in RS when I heard the yelling, so I got up and stepped out to try and calm things down. Isn't it amazing how the spirit works sometimes? I got out there just in time to see John walking up the hall and crying. Truthfully, this is not totally unexpected. When things don't go his way, he often shows up in this particular mood. But this was different.

He said that as he was leaving the primary room, someone ruffled his hair and then grabbed his hand and bent three of his fingers backward and it really, really hurt. He didn't know who had done it. I asked James, but he hadn't seen either. None of their friends knew.

One of the primary leaders was in the hall by then and asked what happened. I was telling her when someone came up and said, "It was me."
It. was. an. adult. A man who is called to be in primary. He apologized. Said that John was messing with people and that he was just trying to do the same to him. Seriously?!?

Now, we've all done stupid stuff like that. Ok, not all of us--but dads do. ;-) They grab and horseplay and then have to apologize for going too far sometimes. At least that's what I've heard. But this was different somehow. I can't put my finger on it, but my mommy radar is going off. Of course I told this brother that John was fine (and he is), but I can't get rid of this knot in my stomach. I'm really, really bothered by this.

I'll definitely be taking this to Heavenly Father for some help. I spoke to the primary leader who heard it all and told her of my concerns in general terms--because that's all I have. General terms. It's just a feeling. Things similar to this have happened before - someone scares your child unintentionally or something like that. They apologize. You can tell that they're truly sorry and they certainly didn't mean to scare the child or whatever. That doesn't bother me. I comfort my child *and* the adult--letting them know that it's okay, I understand--and I do.

I don't feel that this time. It feels wrong. And I have learned over the years to listen to those feelings because they're usually right. They're usually the Holy Ghost trying to tell me something. So I'll be pondering. And listening.