My baby got in the car the other day looking like someone had just stolen her bike. I find out that she was mad because someone in her class had been making fun of her name. My first thought was damn, I'm dealing with this already and she's only five.
The mother hen in me wanted to go up to the school the next day and put that little boy over my knee and beat some manners into him. I mean, in my mind, my daughter's the greatest, who wouldn't say nothing but pleasant and complementary things to such a beautiful and smart child? :). But the teacher in me realizes that he's just a little kid doing what all kids do, and surely something that my daughter will do or has already done, made fun of something that was different. As a parent, all I could tell her was that she was special and smart and not to care what people said about her. That it was okay to get upset or to have hurt feelings, but she would have to learn how to take up for herself and keep it moving. It may have been a concept that a five-year old couldn't understand, but one I'm sure I will have to repeat in the future.
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