As I awoke heart-heavy at 4am grieving for SF, angry with a preschool system that states it does not have a policy for disciplining bullies, tears well in my eyes when SF opens her Bible and says, “Mama, read this to me this morning— The Lord is My Shepherd.”
I look at her eye and shudder at the way the bully punched her, how the preschool system has repeatedly failed to discipline the bully, and how I was chastised instead for not training my child to be more courageous, less meek.
If there’s anything SF is, it is BRAVE. We asked if she ever felt angry with E, and all she said was, “No, I’m not angry. Just upset. But I will not hit her back because hitting is wrong.”
Struggling this season to find the steel, wisdom and intentionality needed to push through what will be a series of tough conversations.