A friend texted me today, obviously upset because of what is going on at her daughter's school between a flock of girls:
Now, I'm no saint of a mother y'all. I don't claim to be, and never will be. In fact, I am the opposite of a Saint...my children all curse like sailors and my husband does not, so, it's obvious where they learned the naughty words from...
I was really ticked off when I saw these texts. There were a couple things that I wanted to expound on really quick.
First off, people...don't raise asshole kids.
It's not that hard to teach respect for others simply because they are a human being, such as yourself, and when you are talked about or belittled by a group of peers your age, how does that make you feel?
My friend's daughter is Hannah's age. She and Hannah are actually friends. I speak with experience here when I say this young lady is beautiful inside and out. She is sweet and inclusive and respectful. I feel honored to have Hannah make such wonderful friends.
This darling girl is a type 1 diabetic just like Hannah. She too battles for her life every single day, and like Hannah, tests her blood sugar multiple times a day, sports calloused fingers, and is a human pin cushion.
Now, I'm not saying that our kids are more special than other kids, but, I mean.....our kids are pretty damn amazing in my humble opinion. They have their lives flipped upside down in a matter of seconds, and then they have to deal with petty bullshit like this...
You girls want to experience the type of special attention these diabetic kiddos experience? How about swinging from 400 to 50 in less than 2 hours? How about pricking your finger 10 times a day, having to be woken up multiple times a night to drink juice or eat Skittles to bring a blood sugar back up, having to get up and go to school when you are exhausted and feel like shit because your body just went through hell the night before, or the day before, or the entire week before. It's having to deal with stares and questions, stigmas about what diabetes is...it's having to stop what you love doing, maybe it's dance or drawing or playing a sport where your team depends on you. It's having a damn seizure and then urinating on yourself because you lose control of your bodily functions.
Above all? It's knowing that deep down you are different, but trying so very hard not to be.
I want these kids to understand that having diabetes is no picnic and if they think eating a few Skittles in class so they don't pass out and seize is special treatment, then they are just ignorant little twits who need a serious wake up call.
I volunteer the back of my hand as tribute.
So, if you're reading this and have kids (girls specifically because let's face it...little bitches start being little bitches in Jr. High), please for the love of God teach them to be kind little nuggets who would make you proud. Unless, of course, you're a bully too and they learned it first hand from your ignorance.
In that case, there's no helping you and I pray that karma bitch slaps you in the face one day.
I'm so tired of mean people trying to make good people feel bad about themselves simply because they are comfortable and confident in who they are. There is NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT and it just makes you a dick to try and defend someone being a bully. Period.
We are too tired dealing with our own shit to worry about dealing with your shit, so, stop being entitled assholes with a major complex. Don't be a dick, and don't allow your kids to be dicks.