For those who’ve read the blog or are still reading the blog you’re familiar with my previous post about my shy, middle son’s battle in six grade against the bullies.
Well, over the course of that year, while school itself became challenging, handling the bullies became the one thing he was good at. And over the summer, I think he grew an inch, slimmed down in a bit in his body and face and just gained lots of confidence.
Yesterday I bought him a cell phone. He turned to me and said, “Mom, having this cell phone, well, it makes me feel… well….”
“Grown up?” I offer. “More mature? Responsible?”
“Yea,” he says with a grin. Then begins to tell me about his latest adventures with the bullies at middle school.
On my Monday/Wednesday post I related Evan’s first run-in with a bully. Today he told me about seeing the one kid who bullied him the most all last year. Andre. Andre was hanging with a bunch of other kids who were bullies, all Armenians. (Yup, I racially profiled there, but living the truth, baby!)
Andre sees Evan and he gives a little yelp and quickly walks away! By the end of last year Andre had told Evan he’s giving up bullying him because he just can’t be bullied. This year Andre didn’t even want to TRY!
The amusing part of it all! The other bullies are bullied by Andre. So when they see Andre afraid of Evan…. well, they’ll be steering clear of MY son!
So I asked my empowered boy. “And so what do you do when you see someone getting bullied by these bullies?”
“Well, when all the bullies ran because Andre ran, I saw one of them accidentally run into a kid. He growled at the kid like he was going to hit him. I walked over and told him he’s not supposed to bully anyone. And he just went away.”
Beyond my own pride. And I’m Bursting with it!!! I could see how proud he was of himself. He seems to really like middle school.
Of course to hear him tell it, that’s because of the “Intensely wonderful Hamburgers!!!”