With a rising number of bullying cases and interventions, it’s tough to know what to do when someone is mean to your child. What do you let go of? When do you step in?
This sounds neither motherly nor Christian-y, but here’s the deal: I hate kids that are mean to your child. I do. I hate them. I want to gather them all up by the nape of the neck and flick them in the head, one by one. And then I want to lock them all up in a room, so they can leave my children alone and, instead, live out the rest of their days being mean to each other with sore neck napes.
But, that would be wrong and bad. And also, illegal. And not at all like Jesus.
The other night, my 12-year-old walked off the basketball court with his head hanging low because a mean kid on his team was mocking him.
“Every time I complimented someone on my team or said, ‘Nice shot,’ this kid imitated me and laughed at me. He just kept doing it even when I asked him to stop. I don’t understand why kids always make fun of me. Sometimes I just feel like the whole world hates me.”
One Mean Kid can make him feel like the whole world hates him.