I love a good story….
….especially ones with happy endings.
Those are the absolute best.
….get to sparkle a moment in the spotlight.
Maybe I write the stories just to journal.
Maybe I write them for my children’s children.
Maybe I write them because they each have their own message to tell.
Here’s a story I wrote….and then forgot and then found again….with a message so strong and so powerful….
…that it deserves an encore. 🙂
On that long-ago first day of school my son ran into the house and tossed his backpack on the floor with all of the angst and despair a brand-new first grader could muster.
He eyed me mournfully and declared, “Mom…..we have a bully.”
Startled I said, “A bully? Really? In first-grade?”
“Yes,” he stated emphatically. “And he’s big. And strong. And mean. And he pushes kids on the playground.”
And that was just the beginning.
Daily….the legend of the bully grew.
There were stories of how he took kids lunches and made mean faces at them and pulled a girl’s hair in math class and punched the air and wrote on the bathroom walls.
And one day he even stole someone’s quarter in the lunchroom.
He was the scariest of the scary.
And toughest of the tough.
And the very meanest of the mean.
And I worried.
And worried. And wooooorrrrrrrried.
What should I do?
Should I call the school? Should I talk to the teacher? Should I call the principal?
It was overwhelming.
And then…..one day all of a sudden…..it stopped.
All the tales and the stories of the hair-pulling and the lunch-taking and all those mean faces……
…..I never heard another word about them.
Not another word about the bully…..ever.
To say I was curious is an understatement.
So one day…..I casually asked my son, “What ever happened to the bully? I never hear you talk about him anymore? Is he still bothering anyone?”
My son turned to me with big round eyes….“Mom…..one day he came up to me on the playground. And he stared at me with his really mean eyes and started making a really mean face at me and clenching his fist. And I was so scared.”
Panicked….I sputtered, “The bully came up to you? On the playground? What did you do?”
And then he smiled.
He smiled the sweetest most wonderful toothless grin I have ever seen.
“Easy, Mom,” he shrugged. ”I spun around to face him…..
…and turned into a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Then I growled and showed him my claws. And he turned and ran……
….and he never ever bothered us again.”
So happy I let him watch all that Animal Planet. 🙂