I am excited to be participating in another SITS Girl blogging event. They are always so much fun, and really help my blog be seen by new and different readers. I have been so busy lately that I have been ignoring my blog except for a quick post here or there. Early last week, our laptop decided to go on permanent vacation, so that was a bit of an adventure. I can’t tell you enough how important it is to back up your pictures, files, and other important information. And to write down your favorite URLs along with the passwords, and put them in a safe location!
Anyway, back to the reason for this post. Today’s writing prompt involves a school memory. This is definitely a hard one because I pretty much blocked school memories from my brain. I hated school, I really did. Back when I went to school, people were cruel. If you weren’t part of the “in-crowd” you were pretty much out of luck. Now that I am older, I can look back and clearly see that those people didn’t matter. Despite being pretty and popular, they didn’t have “it all”. They were insecure with themselves, and the only way they knew how to deal with that was to make other people feel miserable. For my entire life, I have always been teased, ridiculed, whatever for being short. I am not even 5 feet tall, and it is something that I have learned to live with. But my school career was a living hell because of it. I never felt like I was worth the space I took up, and I let these people keep me from fully enjoying school. I wish I could have had the strength to stand above their insults and excel in school. But at the same time, if things would not have happened the way they did, I would not be married to my best friend, and my wonderful kids would not exist. So I guess you could say that I am a stronger person because of it. Because I would not trade my husband or children for anything or anyone!!
I feel bad for my kids because they are the shortest in their class. And while they don’t directly mention it to me, I know that they are being made fun of because of it. I hear comments made to them by other kids, and even by some thoughtless adults. These are some of the dumb comments I get:
- Doesn’t it bother you that your kid is the smallest in his class?
- Does your son realize how small he is for his age?
- Wow your kid is in that grade? He’s so small. My x year old is bigger than him.
Yeah, your son may be years younger and inches bigger than my boy, but that doesn’t mean he is or will ever be better. Don’t you think I know that my kids are small for their age? Do you think I want it to be that way? Don’t you realize that they can hear what you are saying? My kids may be small for their age, but they have never been to the principal’s office for disciplinary actions, they have never gotten detention, they have never been suspended from riding the bus because they don’t follow the rules, and they have never needed any additional assistance at school, in fact they are the ones the teachers turn to when they need peer tutoring. My two are also the first to welcome new kids to the class or neighborhood, they play with any and all kids despite their backgrounds or age or who their parents are, they look out for younger kids like they were their own siblings, and they certainly have respect for other people’s values and ideas.
I guess most people don’t realize that adults can big one of the biggest sources of misguided attitudes. Yeah, imagine that. The people who are supposed to protect the children are the ones that end up breaking their hearts. Children hear these adults making rude comments about kids that may be smaller than someone else, and then they REPEAT it! It hurts me so much that my children have to deal with the unkind words, veiled insults(which are supposedly disguised as “kidding around”), and degrading comments made to them and to other people about their size, all because of me. After all, if I wasn’t the short one, maybe they would have had a decent shot at being a normal height. My oldest, however, makes up in personality what he may lack in physical size. So far this school year he has been elected to student council, is trying out for Science Olympiad, and is maintaining an extremely high grade point average. Unlike me, he didn’t let his height keep him down. I am so proud of him for being the kind of person I never was. And while my youngest may be tiny, he runs rings around kids twice his size and has the grades to go with it. So in my book, height doesn’t mean anything, and people need to stop thinking that bigger means you are better. Because guess what, it doesn’t!!
So if you take anything away from reading this post, please let it be this. Physical size doesn’t make someone a better person. Having a big heart, a kind personality, and a using your head makes you huge in my book. Because my sons may be short, but they have more heart, courage, love, and commitment than most 6 foot adults! Stop and think about what you are saying, and who might be hearing it. Wow, this post turned out to be more than I had ever planned it to be. Thank you, SITS Girls, for the writing prompt. I am hoping that my experiences will help someone in the future. I look forward to the rest of the week!
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