I was visiting with some girls the other day, and by girls I mean my peers…other moms from Logan’s school. I was impressed when I heard some of them discussing how they handle bullying. Sadly, it was bullying that their child fell victim to. But, they didn’t act sad or victimized, in fact, just the opposite! They didn’t even opt to leave the handling of the bullying up to school administration. These moms took matters into their own hands by spending lunchtime with their kids everyday and making sure the bully knew that their demise was imminent. One mom even went to the bully, himself, waved her finger in his face and demanded he never look at her kids, never speak to her kids or lay a finger on her kids. She felt confident that the bug-eyed bully got her point. 

This is all very interesting because last year in kindergarten I learned what it very first felt like to experience this fire that only a mother possesses. It was during the first or second week of kindergarten when Logan said his feelings were hurt when some boys were laughing at him at lunch…or when a little girl at his table said his drawing wasn’t very good. The insatiable urge within me to go into school myself, kick those children in the shins and dare them to mess with my child again was something quite uncharacteristic of me. Mind you, I never did do that and I am grateful that those two instances were the only times of hurt feelings that Logan felt worth telling us about.

I know so many moms who are advocating for their children, whether its for the causes surrounding bullying, classroom curriculum, test scores or school administration. It’s incredible. I guess the moment your first child is born, you are automatically blessed with this certain fire.

Have you had this fire flare up before? How do you put it out?