Kids suck. They are mean. They think mean things. They do mean things. They say mean things. And they just, well, suck donkey balls.
Especially when a target is one of my children.
Right now, it’s my stepson.
He’s different, yes. Most definitely. In many obvious and not so obvious ways. Trust me, I realize this. I have to live with him.
He and I don’t always get along. At all. In fact, he is one of the major causes of my eye roll.
Hell, if I was a kid, I probably would get annoyed by him, same as the other kids. I would probably go out of my way to avoid him.
But never. EVER. Would I have been mean to him.
Or anyone like him.
I may have had my thoughts but they never would have escaped my lips.
I was raised better than that.
I hope I’m raising my children better than that.
He does and says strange things. Maybe out of insecurity and for attention? Maybe because he can’t control it? Maybe he is just fricking weird? Maybe he’s going to be the next Robin Williams or Jim Carrey and you will all be kissing his dust.
Leave him the fuck alone.
This kid has so many phobias, problems, insecurities and quirks that who the heck are you, with your stupid looking hair cut or those yellow snaggle teeth, or that lisp, or you with the horrible grades or you who has a scar down your face or you with the strange walk and screechy voice…
To say a word?
He has every right to be on that 8th grade football team. Out of 94 kids, I can almost guarantee he isn’t the only one who sucks or is a little off. At least he’s there, every single day. While so many other kids go home, hole up in their rooms and play video games.
He has a right to go to school and learn, smile, tick, leap, crawl, suck at football, act stupid and immature like the rest of the kids. Without being made to wish he never left his bedroom.
Shame on these children for being so insecure around kids who are different that they try to bring them down to their level.
Shame on the parents for not teaching and preaching tolerance.
If someone bugs you…ignore them.
If they get in your face, ask them to move.
If there is a problem, go to a teacher and tell them.
There is no reason to be nasty, rude, mean, intimidating or threatening.
If the tables were turned and the intimidators were the ones being intimidated, would anyone come to their rescue? Or would the rest of the kids stand around laughing while the adults turned a blind eye? Because obviously, this is the modern day meaning of “do unto others”, right?
Well, this is unacceptable.
It WILL be taken care of.
No one is allowed to bully my children.
Except for me.