Bullying has been there forever. I have seen my very own
family deal with it differently. When my first born was 6 years old, he was
bullied every recess for a few weeks by an 8 year old kid. I don’t know what
material my child is cut from; he NEVER said he didn’t want to go to school! He
kept going to school every day and then one day, he told us that he needed us
to stop it for him. My first reaction was tears. My husband felt helpless as he
couldn’t beat up that kid who tormented ours over a few weeks. My mom blamed me
for NOT knowing about it sooner! My brother wanted to sue the school!! My dad
wanted me to homeschool my son …
I remember my own childhood. I would usually ignore anyone
who picked on me for whatever reason. I was one of the chubbier kids and
usually, there would be some mean name calling. I seldom mentioned it to my parents
and tended to ignore the mean kids. My brother, on the other hand, would tell
our mom about every mean thing that happened to him on every single school day.
My mom made mental notes of all the names mentioned and if she ever happened to
come across any of their parents … she did NOT hesitate to give them a piece of
her mind! Sometimes, she was mistaken for the principal of our school J
Shouldn’t I
tell the parents of Chucky about his misdeeds? What is holding me back? Am I afraid
of embarrassing them? Wouldn’t I be doing them a favour? Would they trust me? Am I doing
the right thing by ignoring it?
I don’t know …
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