But Eva is a gentle soul. And she asked me to stay on the sideline (for now), so all I can do is anonymously call you out on this blog. So...
To the hateful, spiteful, jealous, unfit to smell her dirty soccer socks, 4th grade bully brats who made my girl cry into my sweater today: you will never hold a candle to the kid you pick on so relentlessly.
You will never know the warmth of an open heart or the pride of academic accomplishment.
You will never understand the appreciation of the teachers or the humility of a quiet smile.
You will never have your mama's bursting pride or your little sister's complete devotion.
You, who call my girl names on the basis that the teacher praises her and leave her out of activities because she follows the rules; you, who look down at kids because of their clothes or their complete sense of self confidence. You, who can only dream of the day you can hold your head as high as my girl can.
You. Should. Be. Ashamed.
Your parents should be ashamed.
At least as ashamed as I am proud of my girl.
Because, even through her tears, my Eva showed you compassion - an empathy you don't deserve and could never understand. And, it's the only thing that stops me from walking into that classroom tomorrow and making a scene. Trust me, every ounce of self control I have ever needed can't begin to make a dent in what it will take me to not pull you aside when I am at the class Valentine party on Friday. But she knows I will swoop in and save her, so she's asked me to let her try to handle it.
I've promised her that I will wait for her ok before I step in. I've assured her that she is exactly who every kid should strive to be, and she has my complete support. We agreed that you're just jealous little girls who should be more like her. And, we hugged it out until the tears stopped.
But, know this: if I have to hold a quivering kid in my arms again this week, it will be from your knocking knees - not her shaking shoulders.
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