Becoming Supermommy alerted me a while back to the Mom Pledge, an idea I really like and needed to know more about. She graciously agreed to write a post for me explaining the pledge and what it means to all of us.
I’m not the creator of the Mom Pledge. I’m just a mom, and a champion for it. You see, there are bullies all over the place, we just don’t usually call them that.
I remember being a kid. I was weird. I was awkward. I had huge hair, gigantic glasses, and a crooked smile. I was a teacher’s pet, a know-it-all. I never got in trouble, I always had my hand in the air. My family were vegetarians, so I always had strange or exotic foods (by lunchroom standards) in my lunch sack, “Vruit” juice boxes and Baybel minis replaced Capri Suns and lunchables. I was one of a half dozen Jewish kids in my whole school, and another two were my sisters. In short, I was bullied mercilessly.
My parents would repeat, over and over, the same explanations for why I would come home from school heartbroken and miserable. “Kids are mean,” they’d say. “But one day they’ll grow up and stop being so mean.” The implication was that bullying is a childhood phenomena, and that once you outgrow your childhood, you outgrow bullying.
Nowadays, I’ve resigned myself to the idea that I’m a grown-up. I must be, after all I’m approaching 30 at a steady pace, I have children, I do a fairly good job behaving as a responsible member of society. I don’t always feel like an adult, but for the sake of argument I’ll agree that I am. And I’m still being bullied.
Not by other kids, but by other moms.