But in my head, I was thanking them.
So yes. Mommy loves your bullies. Not for who they are—little monsters in training—but for what they force you to become. mommy loves your bullies
I am the mom who secretly loves your bullies. But in my head, I was thanking them
Last Tuesday, you cried because three boys called your new backpack "baby trash." You asked me, “Why do they hate me?” Not for who they are—little monsters in training—but
I have spent nine years building a fortress of "please" and "thank you" and "use your indoor voice." I have smoothed every sharp edge off your life. I have made sure your lunch is cut into stars. I have never let anyone yell at you for more than thirty seconds.
I’m sorry I can’t protect you from everything. I’m sorry I let them scrape up your knees and your pride. I’m sorry that the only way to build a backbone is to break a heart first.