I couldn't help but think back to my time in Elementary School, especially fifth and sixth grade.
I started developing earlier than most kids so I was always a lot taller and 'thicker' than the other kids.
So one day in fifth grade some genius came up the the nickname "Tonka" (buffalo in Indian) and "Moose", it stuck, and I heard it multiple times a day.
Oh, and let's not forget my favorite, when I would walk into the classroom the kids would pretend there was an earthquake and fall off their chairs.
I know. I miss it.
These were hard times for me, and I went home almost daily in tears.
It makes me scared for Blythe. Terrified to put her into the "lions den". Kids are cruel and anyone who's even the least bit different, whatever that is, is singled out and picked on.
Tonight as we walked over to feed the ducks I started talking to Blythe about starting preschool and always being nice to everyone, and to never make people feel bad.
She listened for a minute then finally looked up at me and says, "Mom, I will, I promise, it will all be fine."
It actually made me feel better.
Bullies make me grumpy.