It is really hard when your kids come home from school telling stories that are not so fun, Tristan is only 8 and I can only imagine what is going to be like as gets older. My Tristan is a small person, he has always been and I knew it was going to be a curse for him. Actually none of my kids are really tall at all and I still have high hopes that will be taller than me (here is hoping).
The day this happened he came home saying that on the way back from school his friend was talking to some other kids and giving them directions to her house, he being the social guy that he is started to tell this boys that he lived just across the street from her and they reacted very negative towards him, the thing that made him feel really bad is that they said something like "we don't care where you live LITTLE guy" to which he replied "I am not little, I am older than you and I am in second grade".... he then ran home.
It breaks my heart to even imagine it, after he said the last part he started to cry and said "why am I so little mommy?"
As his mom I tried to turn the whole thing around and make him understand that all people come in different shapes and sizes and we all have different things that make us great, I explained to him how he might not be a big boy but he has a big heart and he is kind to other and he would never say anything like that to other kids, after giving him a big hug and saying this to him he started to calm down and agreed with me about him being kind and how he will never make anybody else feel that way because it feels awful. Don't I know it. All my life my height was something people made fun of all the time and where I come from tall people are not that common. I finally got to a point in my life where I realized that being short is not a huge thing, it really doesn't make you any better than others and if you put your mind to it you can reach anything and grab it.
I am sure he will get in time and will figure out how to ignore them next time. The good thing is that 5 minutes later he was happy as he could be playing with his brothers and that's when I knew he would be OK.
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