Two weeks prior to my wife giving birth to my second daughter, Emma-Lynn, I deployed to Iraq with the Seventh US Cavalry. It took almost a year before I saw her for the first time. To say that she is her daddy’s girl is an understatement. She looks and acts like me (God help her). She is a freshman this year, and as is par for the course, she is being tormented. Kids in her class keep bullying her. This dad is not going to have it.
I raised both my daughters by five rules, they are: 1. Do not lie to me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what is wrong. 2. Don’t take crap off any man. You’re ladies, if they don’t show you respect, kick their sorry butts to the curve. 3. Don’t take crap from anyone else either. Stand your ground regardless. 4. Don’t cheat. 5. Don’t steal. It is with these five rules that I taught them to be ladies not victims. In every aspect of life I wanted them to know, if someone puts their hands on you whoop their butt. Take no prisoners. Take your punishment when you are done.
I understand that bullying is part of life, however, it is a different story when it is your kid. Most parents don’t advocate violence. I do. It’s nice that people want to take the moral high ground when it comes to violence, but your moral high ground is held up by men who are ok with being violent on your behalf. It is my fondest desire that the school system will deal with it. We will see.