“I forgot tell you, there was a bully at school today”, he said right before dinner. “He grabbed my coat by the hood at recess today and swung me around until I fell on the cement basketball court.” His bottom lip quivered as he relayed this scene to me.
And that’s when my heart began to hurt.
“Why did he do this?”, I asked, internally raging at this elementary-aged punk. But I had even more questions. “Was it just because he thought he could? Has he done this before? Did the teacher see?”
He looked at me before replying, his long lashes I’ve admired since his infancy still protecting his eyes. “Yeah, I guess he just thought he could”, he only answered. “But luckily the hood on my coat cushioned my head from hitting the cement.”
And that’s when my heart began to break.
I went on to tell him just how amazing he truly is. How, when a kid is that great, other kids will try to knock them down. And he shouldn’t let them. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re less, I told him. Because you’re so much more than that.
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. – Elizabeth Stone
And that is what makes parenting so incredibly hard.