Whether it’s mild, like at basketball practice, or major, like constant taunting and bullying, tell someone. Tell your coach, tell your teacher, tell me. You should always tell an adult when someone is mean to you. Don’t ever define yourself based on the opinion of the Mean Kid. Sometimes, it’s because someone has been mean to them. Sometimes, it’s because no one ever told them it was wrong to treat people that way. Sometimes, they are going along with the crowd to be accepted. Sometimes, it’s because it makes them feel strong. There are way more people who love you than people who don’t. All you can do is equip yourself to deal with hate in a healthy, productive way.īut that voice in your head that says, “Sometimes I feel like the whole world hates me”? That’s Satan. Jesus lived a perfect life-Like, He made NO MISTAKES and said NOTHING STUPID, EVER. There will always be people who don’t like you. I said, “ Here are a few things I want you to know today: The next morning at breakfast, I seized the teachable moment and gave Elijah a Life Talk. Since I can’t lock all the Mean Kids in a room, the best thing I can do is equip my children to handle the Mean Kids themselves. The older they get, the more likely the constant taunting will shape how my kids see themselves. The older they get, the less likely they are to come to me. The older they get, the more subtle the meanness gets. In fact, the older they get, the less I’m there. I know I won’t always be there to save my children from Mean Kids. (I don’t know if he thought I might actually go pummel this kid, or maybe challenge his mom to a push-up contest, or what.) And Elijah threatened him with, “ Oh, you just wait, I’m gonna tell my mom. (Once a kid down the street picked a physical fight with Elijah-even pushing him and grabbing him around the neck. I’m so glad I have a Mom who sticks up for me.” Then Elijah leaned into me and said, “ Thanks. Then I searched the gym for my deflated and defeated son to put my arm around his shoulder and tell him I got in Mean Kid’s face and Mean Kid apologized. Mean Kid immediately straightened up and said, “ Sorry, Ma’am.” And then, after what looked like a talking to from his father, he approached me a few minutes later and said, “I ’m sorry again, Ma’am. I mean, as an adult, what exactly do you say to frighten the crap out of a Mean Kid–that is legal and moral? I’m gonna flick you in the head and lock you in a room?) (Oooooh…SCARY! Clearly, I hadn’t planned out my threat. I want you to be careful how you talk to my son and your teammates or I’ll be talking to Coach and your parents about it.” I calmly (kinda) approached Mean Kid and said, “Hey. But this incident made me angry and before I knew it, I was marching up to Mean Kid to give him a talking-to.
In fact, I can’t recall a time when I ever have. I don’t normally confront other children. (Cruel irony: I signed Elijah up for this team to help him gain self-confidence and make friends.) One Mean Kid can make him feel like the whole world hates him. Sometimes I just feel like the whole world hates me.” I don’t understand why kids always make fun of me. He just kept doing it even when I asked him to stop. “Every time I complimented someone on my team or said, ‘Nice shot,’ this kid imitated me and laughed at me. 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. (Again, not abusively…I just want them to stay away from my kids.)īut, that would be wrong and bad. Just a flick.) 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. I want to gather them all up by the nape of the neck and flick them in the head, one by one (I don’t want to abuse them. This sounds neither motherly nor Christiany, but here’s the deal: I hate mean kids.
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