Disclosure: This post is written in association with Role Mommy Network.
Bullying is not a new concept, it’s been around for as long as people have inhabited the earth. One person doesn’t like another persons, hair, clothes or whatever and then it begins. Sometimes it’s name calling, sometimes it’s taunting or stupid pranks and the worse is when it becomes physical. Hitting, fighting and physical abuse are some of the trauma’s victims of bullying endure on a daily basis. Nothing in this world can hurt a mother worse than when her child is being bullied by another child.
A few years back, a boy who was friends with my youngest son, became my families worse nightmare. Somewhere along the line he stopped being a friend and started bullying my youngest son. Everyday my son would come home upset telling me the horrible things the other kid did to him. Everyday, I would hold my breath waiting for my son to get home. But just about everyday he would come home in tears. I wanted so badly to go and give the kid the same abuse he was giving my son. Talking to his parents didn’t do any good, in fact I feel it made matters worse, because then my son was labeled a tattletale. The few months my family endured the bullying seemed like years. Some mornings I would walk my son to school earlier and earlier just to avoid the bully and his cronies. I taught my son different routes to take to and from school but sooner or later they would find him and the bullying and pushing would start-up where it left off.
Finally, my husband, who we had been keeping in the dark about the situation, stepped in. He initially tried like I did to talk to the boys’ parents’ to no avail. Finally, one day he went to meet my son after school and witnessed the bullying first hand. He noticed my son, wasn’t afraid to fight the bully, it was the bullies friends he was afraid of. My husband intervened, and told my son he would be able to fight the bully without anyone intervening. I’m happy to say all of the years of fighting with his older brothers paid off and my son was triumphant that day.
I’m not proud of how we handled our bullying “situation”. But, I am happy it was finally handled and over. On a much sadder note, the bully, who is the same age as my youngest son, 16 was recently charged with manslaughter and will spend 14 years in jail. He obviously didn’t learn the lesson and now he is learning the hard way.
October, 3, 2016 is Stomp out Bullying Day. If you know a child or even an adult that is being bullied, the stomp out bullying website has resources that are free and extremely helpful. Help Stomp Out Bullying all over the World!