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Love Letter to my Daughter’s Bully


Hurt people  - hurt people.  I feel very sorry for my daughter’s Bully.  Are you surprised to hear that? 

  I am not an Educator.

  I am not a Psychologist.

  I am not a bullying expert.

 I am an empathetic human being, and a dedicated Mom.

 I was bullied as a child – weren’t we all at one time or another?  I grew up in a tough neighbourhood.  I remember watching the clock, in fear of the ‘end-of-day-bell’ because the pending threat of “after school you are dead” was looming over me.  I had a great family with love and support, and yet many weeks went by where I felt isolated and in fear for my safety. 

Progress is a wonderful thing.

The school systems today have ‘zero tolerance’ for bullying and violence.  That doesn’t mean it has stopped, just that my kids won’t hear what I did from the school; “walk home another way; kids will be kids; just turn the other cheek”.  Teenaged suicide is on the rise – and a large motivation is the pain and humiliation they experience from bullying at school along with cyber-bullying – meaning they can’t escape their bully at home.  Of all places, ‘home’ should be the safe-haven for a child to escape to.  When bullies can reach them at home through their technology, what chance does that child or his/her parents have to build up their self-esteem and strength to deal with their bully?

My daughter has been bullied for 10 months by one girl.  Let’s call that girl ‘Sad’.  Daily verbal assaults and psychological games have been directed at my daughter to result in her feeling she needs permission from ‘Sad’ to be herself – in the classroom or playground.  Two physical incidents occurred, and still we were dedicated to working with the Teacher and coaching our daughter to stand up to her bully – all because we felt our daughter needs to know she can solve her own problems so she can grow up strong and self-sufficient.  Our view altered this week when her bully held a pair of scissors beside her head – and later blamed my daughter for ‘telling’ because it was ‘a joke’. 

Not funny ‘Sad’.

The school now has a plan in place to help my daughter feel safe, and the bully was punished – but will ‘Sad’ stop her negative behaviour toward my child?  Time will tell.  I am guessing – no.  My daughter has a great deal of support and coaching.  She is taught to relish her uniqueness, be kind to everyone –  friends and bullies.  My daughter will NOT hit a child back when she is hit – because regardless of what they have done to her, she is passive and does not want to hurt someone else.  We support her values and will not let ‘Sad’ or anyone else drive her to lose her own wonderful qualities – just to fit in and avoid being a target.

So why a love letter to ‘Sad’?  I show empathy because I am taking direction from my own daughter who doesn’t hate her bully.  She feels empathy and understands her bully must have deep sadness inside her to want to hurt someone else.

 

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Dear Sad,

I am sorry you are upset about having in-school suspension this week.  You must feel embarrassed and worried about how that might affect you.  You might be worried that people will look at you and talk about you now.   I expect you will want to blame my daughter for being a “tattletale”.  I want you to know that I forgive you and hope you to feel better soon.

Please know that ‘tattletale’ is a ridiculous word.  It suggests there is something negative about asking for help when you are confused or hurt by the behavior of another.  There is NOTHING wrong with asking for help, in fact, it is a MUST.  I encourage you to do that for yourself.  You must feel very sad to want to hurt other people. 

I don’t think you are bad.  Kids aren’t born ‘bad’.  We all want attention.  We all want someone to know we exist.  Sometimes it seems easier to get that attention by doing or saying something to hurt someone – because others pay attention to that fast.  But when you hurt other people you hurt yourself more.

Last night we had a family discussion about your behavior toward our daughter and your resulting punishment.  I want you to know that my daughter said “I agree with Mom.  She isn’t bad … I think if she just changed her attitude she could be really good!!”  Your behavior toward my daughter hurt her, it hurt me and her Dad, and it hurt her younger Brother – but most of all, it hurt YOU. 

A bit of advice from someone who has lived in this world for 46 years;  life is like a mirror.  What you put out, you get back.  If you put out negative feelings and hateful behavior, you will get that back.  And the more mirrors you project it to, the stronger it will come back at YOU.  You will ALWAYS hurt yourself more than you hurt others.  It makes mathematical sense.  If you project kindness, empathy and goodness, THAT is what will come back to you.

‘Sad’, you obviously have amazing leadership skills.  If you continue to develop and use those skills to rally people and behaviors for good, amazing things will come back to you and you could change the world for the better.  If you use those skills in a negative way, the opposite will be true.  That would be a terrible waste of your skills.

Sad, from my family to YOU:

  We care about you.  We see you.  We KNOW there is good in you.

In my next letter, I would like to address it to ‘Happy’ and know that you truly are.

Signed,

 the Mom of the girl you no longer bully.

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