Friday, April 27, 2012
Some Thoughts on Bullying
My son. My one and only. My wonderful little six-year old was bullied today. Pretty harshly, actually, and in such a crude way that I am uncomfortable giving details. And I’ve thought a lot about when this day would come, and how I would react. I am very cognizant of not being a helicopter parent. I want my son to learn, to grow, to face struggle and learn how to overcome. These make him a strong, more stable person. And the same time, parents must model behavior. We must support. We must step in. The world is not fair. It is sometimes brutal. And I’m not always going to let my six year old be a victim of social Darwinism. I was bullied as a kid. Quite a bit, actually. Left to defend myself. Made to grow strong. The only problem is… that approach makes you feel alone. Defenseless. Abandoned. And it didn’t make me any better at dealing with bullies when I got older either. So yes, I will help my son navigate the world. To learn to pick which battles he fights. I will help to arm him with the shields and swords that he needs to take on the dragons. Sometimes, I will be right there, fighting alongside him. But always I will have his back.