I’ve wanted to write something like this for quite some time but I haven’t really had the chance to sit down and write out exactly what I wanted to. Yesterday was Pink Shirt Day in support of anti-bullying. Something that is very near and dear to my heart. So what better time to write this than now?
While we didn’t have proper official Pink Shirt Day t-shirts myself and my 2 girls wore Pink in support of the day.
As a mother of six children, four of which are in school I can tell you bullying is a HUGE issue. Huge. I didn’t realize it until moving to such a big city, but even before that my son who at the time was only 4 years old was harassed by 2 boys who lived at the end of our old street.
My kids aren’t perfect, who is? But my kids don’t go to school everyday looking for a fight. Looking to find someone to pick on, or abuse. My kids used to enjoy school, they’d talk about it all the time, lay their outfits out for the next day in their rooms and even help me make their lunches. Not so much anymore. They still love school and are eager to go, but some days they couldn’t care less and it’s not because of the fact it’s school, it’s for the simple fact a lot of these kids they go to school with aren’t very nice.
I see the way some of these kids talk to other parents and even teachers and I’m in complete shock. The one kid last year who was a major thorn in our sides who used to pick on my oldest (because after I found out he was smoking pot at the age of TEN and stealing I told my son he couldn’t be around him anymore the kid decided he would bully Jordan) – would skip school, swear at teachers which I didn’t see until well after we told Jordan he had to stay away and his mother? Couldn’t care less about what he was doing. This was obvious when I had to contact her a few times and she basically told me “Well he said he didn’t do it” it’s crazy. If the police came to my door ever regarding my kids you better believe things would be changing, and at ten? That’s just unacceptable.
I think a lot of the bullying stems from home life. These kids have to learn it from somewhere. Happy, well adjusted, loved, kids with involved parent’s don’t usually have to deal with kids who are picking on other kids, putting their hands on other kids or calling names. It’s usually the ones who are struggling — Do you ever pay attention to those around you while you are picking up or dropping off your kids?
Here’s a challenge: Next time take some extra time to just watch and take it all in. It’s interesting what you can see and learn from people just by simply standing by watching in the pick up drop off line.
It’s most definitely eye opening, and I’m for sure always on guard now. My kids know not to pick on other kids, to help out another child if they see one being picked on, and they also know not to let anyone touch them or make them feel bad about themselves. I make sure to talk to them all the time about who they are, who we are as a family, how much we love and adore them, how amazing they are inside and out. That’s important. And even though all it takes it one other child to say one negative thing to your kid to have all of which you’ve built up come crashing down – it’s important to do it anyways, so that when picking up the pieces they’ve already been told and know and just need to hear it that one more time. Kids are so young, naive, tender, sweet and innocent. Even those that are having issues. It’s our jobs as parents to lift our kids up and make them know the good in the world, believe there is good in the world and to not let silly little things like kids who don’t know right from wrong bring them down. After all we are preparing them for life, for the world….. it’s a scary, scary thing.