Today, as I watch my two smiley little faces, I really realised that although I’m trying my best, I just can’t protect my kids enough.
I have a daughter that ‘doesn’t fit’, she is more like me in ways than I ever fully realised whilst I was growing up. The kid that’s too loud, headstrong, bossy, needs attention, doesn’t go with the main, and in her endeavours to do the right thing and gain respect, becomes a target as she’s sensitive.
I am lucky she never really wants to spend hours of her time interacting with others over devices (spends her time reading, making dance routines or watching baking videos) but today I realise is the easy target- the one to get an instant rise – the one subjected to the others jokes, dislike and pranks. I ask myself why?
She is abrasive to them, the one minimally accepted…the kid that is just too extrovert, rubs up the wrong way whilst most of the time, is just wanting to please and be accepted.
It’s a real case of ‘I open my mouth and my mother comes out’ and my genetics have cursed her… She stands up for herself and becomes easy cannon fodder. No one really seems to stand her for too long and if there is any disagreement, she tries so hard to defend herself, she comes off worse. Marmite I call it, with not many that want their personalised jar…
It’s taken 36 years to learn the brush off (and to gain some proper strong supportive friends) but I don’t want that late start for my own babies…I want people to see the weird and embrace it, for them to know she is confident, kind and so very loving. She will always stand up for her beliefs but more than that; those dear to her…her opinions are strong but are not there to overpower, and she may not always be right but will fight for truth…
Growing up is hard, and I don’t know what’s happened to make this next generation have no real particular solid bonds or allegiance – we are in a dog eat dog world – where it appears easier to take a step on someone than offer a hand to help them up.