Mommy Loves Your Bullies [hot] ✓

Not in the way you think. I don’t send them cookies. I don’t high-five their parents at soccer practice. But when you came home with dirt on your new sneakers and that hollow look in your eyes—the one that says, “They got me again” —a very small, very dark part of my chest exhaled.

A boy who can fall down and get up. A boy who learns that some people are just weather—you don’t beg the storm to stop, you learn to stand in the rain. A boy who will never need his mommy to fight his battles. Because that is the only kind of boy who grows into a man I can trust to be alone in this world. mommy loves your bullies

But in my head, I was thanking them.