If only the walk down memory lane stopped there.
Because when it comes to bullying, I feel less like I’m walking, more like I’m being frog-marched.
This is a childhood memory I could have avoided reliving through my child thankyouverymuch.
It makes a stop-off in the classroom where a child who has just done the extraordinary, shaving his head to fight childhood cancer, raising money not for his own selfish childish pursuits but for a cause bigger than himself, is pushed down by the type of person who cannot fathom such selflessness.
This type is a complex sort: the bully. Some come from so-called “broken homes.” Some from what others, outside-peering-in looky loos would call the “perfect” family.
I’ve wondered if the rampant bullying on the Internet, aided by the wild west feel of commenting anonymously and the chance to cut someone down without having to look them in the eye haven’t pushed this along. After all, if parents are bullying on the Internet, how likely is it that they’re looking into the eyes of their little ones and night and seeing the signs?
But there it is: the solution to our problems, the one chance we have not to fall over this hurdle of childhood. The parents.
The parents of bullies have a responsibility to realize their child is the problem. It’s hard. None of us want to think of our kids as anything but the perfect angels they are when they’re sleeping with a stuffed toy clutched in their arms. But this is the only way.
They have a responsibility to realize that the kind of kid who shaves their head for St. Baldrick’s is the kind they should want their child to emulate not abuse. They have a responsibility to be honest with themselves.
If their child thinks that’s funny or worth picking on, they’re failing as parents.
If their child is stealing the joy of childhood from other children, they are failing as parents.
Once they start realizing their part in all of this, the healing begins.
And then we tackle math worksheets.
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