As we gear up to leave this suburban life behind and take off in our RV (the house will be officially on the market on Thursday, so it shouldn’t be too long now), we’re all facing some tough realities. One of those? Saying goodbye to friends.
bullying
Kendall informed me he’s going to be an author last night.
“Because I can read and write. About a lot of stuff.”
And then he sat down at the table in the playroom, pencils, broken crayons, and shriveled up markers in hand. He wrote his first book.
He quietly worked, stopping on occasion to run the spelling of some words by me. Most he sounded out himself. Quite honestly, had I not seen him work so tediously on this, I wouldn’t have believed he made it.
Not only was I unaware he had the attention span for it, or the ability to put his words to paper so well, but I had no idea he had such passion for the subject of bullies, or even much understanding of the term beyond throwing it at Scott and I when we put him in timeout.
No Bullies. Bullies are not allowed.
By Kendall.
So, teachers? All those conversations you’re having about bullying, and all the ways we’re trying to impress upon this generation that we need to be kinder to each other? I hope you know it’s making an impact. And I hope you keep it up.
Turns out, Kendall’s school had a Stand Up To Bullying rally last week. He’s in kindergarten. I’m sure he picked his nose through most of it, and the teachers probably asked him to be quiet at least a few times. He likely fidgeted and horsed around.
But he got it.
And I sincerely hope that if we keep talking about it – frequently- both at school AND at home, from now through the rest of his youth, it will stay with him. I sincerely hope he’ll always “Sandup and Sec Up.”