•3:42 PM
You see, my oldest son is a lot like me.
His hair, his nose, his eyes, and right down to the glasses.
I have heard a good bit lately about the torment he has went through at school with bullies. My heart breaks with every word. Maybe it is because I can relate. The name calling, the hitting, or just the verbal threats. All of it was terrible for me so I know how he feels. As of late he told me about kids calling him a "nerd". As an adult I do not see the threat or feel the hurt of this word. I do remember the pain as a child.
Being called names meant you were an outcast. It meant you were not accepted. This is painful to kids (adults as well). They feel rejected and less of a person. Kids want nothing more than to be accepted by their peers. They want friends. This is part of the reason why they call everyone they meet their friends. They do not see color, social, or financial status. They see people who are like them and want to share in a relationship of happiness and fun. This possibility is stripped away when the name calling or bullying starts.
My son is loving, compassionate, and smart. He wears glasses like me, his Dad. He likes to take apart computers. Yes, by some people's standards he may be a nerd but he is my nerd. I am a nerd. I love him for that because I see myself in him. I see a boy who will grow up intelligent, loving, and friendly. I see a boy who will grow up to be a better man than I am. It is just sad that his heart has to be broken because people can not look past his glasses.
Logan, you are my best friend. I will always cherish the day you were born. I love you!
His hair, his nose, his eyes, and right down to the glasses.
I have heard a good bit lately about the torment he has went through at school with bullies. My heart breaks with every word. Maybe it is because I can relate. The name calling, the hitting, or just the verbal threats. All of it was terrible for me so I know how he feels. As of late he told me about kids calling him a "nerd". As an adult I do not see the threat or feel the hurt of this word. I do remember the pain as a child.
Being called names meant you were an outcast. It meant you were not accepted. This is painful to kids (adults as well). They feel rejected and less of a person. Kids want nothing more than to be accepted by their peers. They want friends. This is part of the reason why they call everyone they meet their friends. They do not see color, social, or financial status. They see people who are like them and want to share in a relationship of happiness and fun. This possibility is stripped away when the name calling or bullying starts.
My son is loving, compassionate, and smart. He wears glasses like me, his Dad. He likes to take apart computers. Yes, by some people's standards he may be a nerd but he is my nerd. I am a nerd. I love him for that because I see myself in him. I see a boy who will grow up intelligent, loving, and friendly. I see a boy who will grow up to be a better man than I am. It is just sad that his heart has to be broken because people can not look past his glasses.
Logan, you are my best friend. I will always cherish the day you were born. I love you!
