Bullies, you suck.

I've said it before, I'll say it again. Being a parent is hands down the most challenging, yet rewarding job there is. Last night, we dealt with the more challenging part.

Bullies.(Insert "Gunpowder and Lead" by Miranda Lambert here).

My oldest daughter is a freshman in high school. Oh yeah, the wonder years. You couldn't pay me to go back and relive those days. So many awkward, drama filled days. I've told her many times, you'll be lucky to still have a handful of them you actually consider "friends" when your an adult. Most of these people you are in high school with, won't matter in your life. The best years of your life are yet to come. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

She is a fairly thin girl, blonde hair, blue eyes. Very beautiful girl, inside and out. She's funny. She's caring. She's my baby dammit.

I know, I'm her Mother, and what mother doesn't think their child is the bees knees? I get it.

If she were in a roomful of kids and you were to ask me to guess who was being bullied, I would never pick her. Not in a million years.

She's had issues this year, with older girls, calling her names. Calling her ugly. Jealousy right? They are just taking out their own insecurities on my baby. She knew it. She dealt with it. She moved on.

Now, people are bullying her because of her weight. Her small frame. They are calling her anorexic. Who knows what they are actually saying to her because she couldn't get out anything else out besides "they say I'm anorexic" between her sobs.

Crying. Sobbing.

They broke her down.

She is being bullied because she is thin. Something she has zero control over.

She was hysterical last night. She actually sent me a text to come up there and talk to her about it. Thankfully.

She needs me. She wants me to make it all better.

She doesn't want to go to school.

I'm so flipping mad. I want to rip these kids apart. I want to reveal every single dang flaw these kids have. I'm livid.

I know that you can't right a wrong with a wrong, but gawd I really want to. I really, really, want to.

So last night, I just was there. I sat with her in her room while she cried. I told her how these people do not deserve her tears. They do not deserve anything from her. I told her they would know what this feels like in one point in their life. I told her that there are people bullied for being fat, for being different, for no good reason at all and it all really sucks. I told her how beautiful she really is. I told her we would get through this.
 
I am full fledged Momma Bear right now and I am pissed.

So to you bullies out there, screw you.

You will experience karma. I am sure of it. When you do, when your shedding your tears, I hope you think of my daughter. I hope you think of the horrible way you have made her feel. I hope you feel this pain. I hope it hurts. I hope your heart breaks into a million pieces just like mine did  last night.

Jerk.

“What if the kid you bullied at school, grew up, and turned out to be the only surgeon who could save your life?”
― Lynette Mather

“When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sand paper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.”
― Chris Colfer

Friday's Letters

Linking up...

 

Dear Husband thank you for the wonderful flowers I just received at work for Mother's Day. I love them and you. They are making my Friday so much better in this small cube of mine. Also, as much as I enjoyed our wine night, we are not 21 anymore. We must adhere to a bedtime, preferably before 2:30am on a work night. Smooch.

Dear fellow Cabin dwellers please leave your homes now. I would appreciate it if we were the only ones on the road tonight driving up north. I have vivid memories of Opening Fishing weekend two years ago when we were rear ended by that nice Girl Scout troop. My Husband really appreciates my wicked back seat driving skills now because of it.

Dear Mother Nature please give us a nice weekend. I hear that is your plan, please adhere. I would like to enjoy a beer on the boat, fish are optional.

Dear Future Neighbors I really hope there are some sweet people amongst you all. I have visions of happy hours on our new deck, hot tub parties and pool parties. Yes, I'm talking to you neighbors to our left. Wanna be friends? 

Dear sweet baby Boy please stop smacking yourself in the head. I don't know what to do to make you stop that. While we are at it, it's not funny to shove food up your nose. Boys. Toddlers.

Dear teenage Daughter no your bf can not come to the cabin this weekend. I'm sorry to disappoint you but it is Mother's Day weekend after all and that is my final answer.

Dear middle Daughter The fact that you know the lyrics to "We are Young" is pretty awesome but I'm not sure you should be signing that song. Your friends should not be in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state, your 7. Totally my bad. I need to monitor the radio station more.

Dear KB I wish we could be IRL friends. I just wanted to tell you that I think of you, your sweet girlies and your Soldier Hubs often. You are stronger than you think. Thank you for your daily sacrifices during these deployment days. God bless you all.

Dear Ashley from Adventures of Newlyweds I love your blog, just found it through Carolyn. I also enjoy that maxi dress, so much that I just bought one, in black. I'm also enjoying Friday's Letters, I will def link up again!

Happy Mother's Day Weekend to all those Mommy's out there!

SOLD!

These last few weeks have been nothing short of crazy for our family. We finally put our house up on the market. The day after ours went on the market, we did what any other person would do and put an offer on our dream home. Yep, took that bull by the horn and bought a house before ours sold. Why? Because it was really what we've been looking for. For months. Nothing has been staying on the market long so I knew, it was now or never. I begged and pleaded, even cut some deals with my Husband and it is now ours. Well, mid June it will be all ours. Here it is, our new home...

After the initial excitement, we turned our attention to our current home. We needed that sucker sold STAT. Two house payments? No thank you.

After 12 days and 16 grueling hours of showings, it sold! Yes. It sold in 12 days. I thank my lucky stars for that small miracle. We were hoping for a sale within 60 days so 12 days was incredible.

Today, we have the inspection. One more day of "where should we go with the dogs now?" Showing your house with kids is hard. I mean really, I put out the "showing towels" in the bathrooms and while running through quickly to double check that our house looks like total non humans live there, I see it. The toothpaste chunks all over the showing towels. Showing your house with dogs? Even a bigger pain in the ass. You have to suddenly leave work, run home, put the dogs in your car and sit tight for an hour. Over and over. It's even better with a tired little boy in the car with you. Then you get to read the feedback. People judging your and your home. If you need some stress in your life, I highly recommend it.

We were so nervous it all wouldn't line up. Everyone kept telling us "it will work out, don't worry!" Thankfully, they were right. Everything happens for a reason right?

I had all these visions - our family seated around our dining room table, exchanging conversation about our day. Napkins on laps, children laughing, jokes being told - you know, the American Dream. Then, I'm hit in the face with clump of macaroni and cheese as it slides down my shirt and BOOM - back to reality.Who am I kidding? The napkins would be the first thing thrown from my 'just about 2 year old comedian, turned into I'm gonna shove everything up my nose now while you all eat.'

You know what? I wouldn't have it any other way!