As a mom of two young boys, I spend a lot of time having the same conversations over and over again.
“That noise/word/song/saying is inappropriate.”
“Stop fighting.”
“You need to respect his space and move back.”
“How can you be hungry again? I just fed you.”
“Stop fighting.”
I’m used to it. Heck, at this point, I could probably break up a conflict in my sleep. But at the beginning of this school year, another topic of conversation weaved its way into our daily lives: bullying.
“I have no friends,” my seven-year old lamented. “No one wants to play with me at recess.”
The thought of my little guy – or any child for that matter – sitting alone at recess… well, it just breaks my heart. Especially for Reid, who was a popular, friendly kid – I just couldn’t understand what had changed. …