I have needed to write so badly. Yet if I could say what needed to be said, how it needed to be say… it wouldn’t have been pretty. So I have written and then deleted. Written and then deleted. I am writing again.
How do you handle someone hurting your baby? The ugliness of words is a devastating thing. A punch… not cool but definitely something that time will erase. The ugliness of words… that has a lifelong effect.
Comments made about one’s color of skin is so sad. It is the kind of thing that creates such anger… and yet when you pause and think it through… one can only have pity on a person or family that feel such insecurities to make comments on things that are so irrelavant.
A comment was made about a child that one of my boys likes. It was said that one should not date outside of ones race. Blacks should be with blacks and whites with whites. Are we really living in 2009?
Then there is the dreaded he said she said. There is the “my child would never do that.” There is the vicious need for hurting back.
How dare you hurt my babe?
How dare you hurt my babe?
There is no punishment that can be handed out that will erase the hurt caused.
But I have to stop and focus on the amazing friends that my child has.
His friend from JK… his sidekick… a boy that is quiet and unassuming and would not hurt a flee… slapped this child and said, “that isn’t nice.”
Do I condone the slap? Of course not. Do I applaud this child that has been raised with the knowledge of wrong/right that the natural gut instinct is a physical one?
Yes!
Sanj and Tyler were stunned to hear this was the friend’s reaction.
Tyler’s reaction was, “He did that? Yes!”
I love that the children in this class stood up when ugliness raised its head.
This is an issue we knew our children would have to deal with eventually, especially living where we do. We just never thought that it would be so soon.
My kids will be OK… as Sanj and I survived that ugliness as it is just a part of life.
My kids are surrounded by the true actions of love everyday.
When this happened, Tyler’s reaction was, “I want Mrs. H.”
How awesome that he knew where to seek safety and comfort.
There will always be the thorns amid the roses…
There will always be a beast among the beauties…
There will always be bad amid the good…
I pray that my son(s) will never let ugliness taint their beauty.
I pray they will never give in to the little doubts life throws their way but rather see themselves as the gift(s) God bless us with.