Moeder schrijft post over pesten (en deze gaat door merg en been)

'Ik wil mijn vrolijke dochter terug', schrijft ze. 

'Ze is ingestort'

Voor de buitenwereld lijkt ze een doodnormaal kind: ze is druk, luid, kan niet stilzitten, is een beetje gek en soms stout. 'Maar zodra ze thuis is, zie ik een meisje met pijn', aldus Stevie. 'Haar vuurtje is gedoofd. Ze is ingestort door het pesten van de afgelopen zes maanden na onze verhuizing en de verandering van school. Ze vraagt me waarom ze geen vrienden heeft en zegt dat ze niet goed genoeg is.' Stevie wil haar dochter terug. 'Mijn lieve kleine, gelukkige meid die van haar moeder, haar broers en haar zussen houdt.'

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'Praat met je kind'

Soms vraagt de blogger zich af of de verhuizing wel zo'n goed idee was. 'Misschien hadden we niet van school moeten veranderen, of niet moeten verhuizen. Een kind opvoeden is nooit makkelijk, maar zo moeilijk zou het niet mogen zijn. Dus ouders, praat met je kinderen en leer ze om vriendelijk te zijn. Want geen moeder zou mogen doorstaan wat wij nu voelen.'

 

I want to pretend like today was a good day, i want to say something positive and inspiring.. but i cant, not today. I sat with my daughter after school and we both cried. My heart aches for all her pain and sadness. Most people dont see what i see, they see a loud kid, a silly kid, a happy kid, a kid that wont sit still and a sometimes defiant kid. A child with a mind that wanders, a spirit that roams free and a heart that has a wild spark. Some may even see a "naughty" kid. The truth is, all she is, is a kid (my kid) just as special as yours or anyone elses. And the kid i see at home is a kid that hurts, shes changed alot in the last few months and challenged me even more. her spark has dulled and glow has gotten darker. We have high highs and low lows. I asked her today where she has gone? And we cried. I want my happy girl back, the one who lights up the room and radiates vibes i wish i could create. My nice girl who loves her mama and her siblings, my kind girl. Today she broke down because of the relentless bullying she experienced the last 6 months after we moved and changed schools. Questioned me as to why she doesnt have friends and that shes not good enough. Today she had a good day at school, she played with a kid and had fun. But this is what its like, it doesnt matter if its a good day when the pains still there and the wounds are still raw. The damage has been done and its not yet repaired - will it ever? I hope so. Maybe we should have never sold the home we brought them home from the hospital to and changed their schools from their first. Maybe we shouldn't have relocated. She doesnt fit into a box and i dont want her to either... Raising kids was never going to be easy, but it shouldnt be this kind of hard. I dont know what to do. I dont know what the answer is. It's day one back and it was a good but im already questioning the schooling system and her place in it. This year i will not allow the system or any one else's child to defeat her like they did last year. So talk to your kids, teach them kindness and inclusiveness - because no mum and no child should have to sit through this and feel what we feel.

Een bericht gedeeld door Motherhood LifeStyle Blogger (@mytribeofsix) op 30 Jan 2018 om 1:04 (PST)

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