Well, are they?
From the moment you take that pregnancy test, you feel this sudden surge of what I guess is motherly love. A base instinct to protect what's yours. To do your level best to ensure that your child is loved, nurtured... safe. When the baby is born, that instinct steps up to the "enth" degree and you will do anything to keep a smile on that kid's face.
So life trips along and they grow and they're safe and protected... until you send them to school.
Shouldn't we have the right to think our children are as protected in school as they are at home? I know no-one can do it as well as we can, but you at least hope their school life isn't fraught with worry and fear.
Until that is... your kid comes home in tears and tells you that little shit has been bullying him again.
Until that is... your kid sobs in your arms and begs you not to make him go back there.
Until that is... your kid changes from the fun-loving child you raised to a sullen, quiet shell of their former self.
So you head to the school. You go down all the proper channels. Do everything the "right way".
And you are assured that it is being dealt with and will be stamped out.
Bollocks is the only thing I can think to say. Because your kid is still coming home sobbing and with bruises on him that weren't there when you sent him in that morning.
What do you do? Do you move school? But if you have two kids, how do you do that? Do you go to school with him and follow him around like a sheepdog to make sure no one touches him? Or do you do what my Dad would have said to me... and what I know countless other parents tell their kids...
... Just hit the little shit back.
It seems the second approach only gets your kid into trouble for retaliation. But what else can you do?
So in answer to my own question... NO schools don't take it seriously enough.