I started putting Olivia in kids club at the gym while I take Carter to a mommy and me class. When I came back to get her she told me how she met some new kids go play with then she said that some kids were laughing at her. Her voice went from happy to a little sad.
It made me sad. First thing I thought to myself was, i don’t like that kid who laughed at my little girl. But…that’s a typical mother bear thing to say.
Everytime I see a picture of my kids, they are smiling, still green to the world.

When she sounded confused to why the kids were laughing at her. It broke my heart.
It got to me. The thought of her meeting other kids, cruel kids.
Or even bullies.

I was bullied when I was younger. It’s a very tough subject to talk about.
Although, I eventually dealt with it, I would often ask Jon, what do you say to your own kid when or if they encounter someone being cruel or a bully.
I used to think of that now an then.

Recently, it got to me. She said, ‘they were laughing at me.”
I said. ” do you know why?”
She frowned and said no.
I said, ‘well, if they weren’t being nice to you. Let the lady at the kids club know. Okay?”
I know that if I see it happening, then I can either talk to the kids club person or maybe their mom or dad about what was happening. That day, i talked to Jon about it.
I wasn’t sure if I said the right thing.

I’d hear that one question. If you can go back to in time to when you were a teenager what would you tell your younger self.

Have confidence in yourself and a maybe find a good mentor to help during times when you doubt yourself.

Also…doesn’t hurt to know self defense classes…purely for self discipline purposes, not for the purpose of being a nerdy ninja someday.
Every time i look at my kids at this stage in life, they are so new. Every experience is an exciting one. I love the look of their smiles and their joys to every milestone.
From their first heart beat in my womb, to when I first hold them in my arms.
My world became bigger. Times like this, I wish I can be some sort of hero with some magical power like a forcefield that protects them from anyone cruel. Yet, how do you protect them but let them have the freedom to live their own life?
I remember telling my mom friend about this. My one mom friend said, she understands. She is the same way.
I remembered as a kid, sometimes my parents would check up on me and my sis when we are sleeping. I never knew why.
Now I get it. I realize that I am just like my mom. Except, version…2.0?
The worrying doesn’t stop. Parent problems, eh?