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Topic: Bullies (08/09/04)
TITLE: Confessions of a Black-Eyed Bully
By Kay Brown
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Life is just not fair.
It was six against one!
So what if they all share my last name and call me Mommy? So what if their sole crime was not putting away the partially assembled hockey goal they had just received? So what if they did not officially have a place for it yet and it was almost completely stashed behind the couch, out of my sight?
So what? I am a bully.
I read recently that if your child is crying when you are instructing him, you are being a BULLY. I did not like the statement then and I do not like it now, but it is true. Unfortunately, parental ‘righteous rampages’ could actually be more accurately labeled ‘sinful anger’ in my home. Be sure my sin will always find me out. I have many witnesses.
This God-fearing mommy has to confess sinful anger. I had to ask a large group of rapidly scattering, wide-eyed, hockey-loving victims to forgive me. Forgiveness was granted immediately. I even asked my sister for forgiveness, who was just passing through – as quickly as she could, I might add. She understands hormonal fluctuations, even if the children do not.
Many hugs were exchanged. The hockey goal pipes, which I had banged on my own face as I threw them outdoors, were retrieved, unscathed. The whole event would have gone unnoticed by my long-suffering husband, if the children had not ratted on me as soon as he got home. I told you they were thugs; they have no mercy. I really think I could have gotten away with it and hubby would have never known a thing, except for this silly, black eye.
It is rough being a born-again, black-eyed bully.