I am usually someone who very seldom gets angry at things. Mama Toh might disagree with that statement, but I believe that whilst I get rather impatient at times, getting really angry per se is something very rare for me.
Just look at my very chill demeanor
But yesterday, I had quite an outburst, which kinda surprised my family and on reflection, myself as well.
The cause of it was simple. My princess Summer was repeatedly being bullied in school!
I might have just burst a blood vessel typing the last sentence.
Summer, like Mama Toh, only throws her pissy fits at home, and for some unbeknown reason, is instead extremely kind and friendly to outsiders. Which includes her classmates.
So in school, she always tells us that her ‘best friend’ is this girl, whom for privacy reasons we shall refer to as Lanky. The inverted commas used in ‘best friend’ will be explained shortly.
We have always assumed that Lanky and Summer share quite a good friendship, and Lanky has always been quite enthusiastic in playing with me whenever I drop by at school.
But in recent times, things seem to have changed.
It started out seemingly innocuous enough, when she said Lanky didn’t want to play with her. I think such comments happen at least 40 times daily among kids at 4 year old so I brushed it off.
And then it became more frequent.
‘I don’t want to wear slippers to school because Lanky doesn’t like people to wear the same as her!’
Okay…
‘Today Lanky said I cannot play with her because she doesn’t like me’
Which baffled me slightly because whenever I pick Summer up from school everyone is very enthusiastic and friendly in saying their goodbyes to Summer. I suppose she is quite well received in school?
‘Today Lanky tore away my drawing you know!’
WHAT.
‘Today Lanky destroyed the Lego watch I wore to school.’
THE.
And yesterday. ‘Lanky threw my notebook and pen into the dustbin. I took it back out but she snatched them and brought them home.’
FREAK!
And at that moment, I completely lost it.
So for the rest of the night, I tried to school her into standing up for herself, which I think she finds it quite hard to do. For some reason she still regards Lanky as her good friend, until I told her;
‘Good friends don’t bully each other.’
She went silent for a while, and agreed ‘Yes, Papa’.
I was mightily pleased that I finally got the message across but of course that did not stop me from spending the next 2 hours or so basically continuing with my lecture of how she should just ignore Lanky going forward.
NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO BULLY MY KIDS.
Well unless they bully each other
And to Lanky, if this continues I will make sure I strike fear in you every single time I see you around.
And to Summer’s future boyfriends, let this be a warning never to make my daughter sad.
Just kidding, Summer is not going to have any boyfriends. Ever.