"Leave her alone! She's my friend."

Ky came home from school the other day with a frown, when I asked what was wrong she said "no one would play with me". One of the saddest parts of being a mom is the part when your little one gets teased or snubbed and you just have to stand idly by.

Maybe it's because I'm her mom or maybe it's because I can remember what it's like, but her frowny face made my heart just ache.

I can remember feeling a like when my mom and I moved during my 3rd grade year. The first day seemed to be going well, I liked my teacher, I didn't feel too behind, and by recess I had been invited to hang out with a group of kids. They seemed so much older than the 8 year olds I was used to. They hung out with kids of the opposite sex, some were even holding hands and their swearing could put a sailor to shame.

That first day, I was told that "I acted like a lady", it sounded like a compliment, but something in my gut told me it was not. From there I was dared, and taunted to also take up swearing. After enough goading, I'm sad to say there on the monkey bars in a shaky voice I uttered my first B@#$%. Shameful, I know. And, you guessed it, those kids didn't even think I was cool after that, they just went about their teasing and taunting.

By the end of that week, I'd been dragged out to the school yard by my hair, and just as my life flashed before my eyes and the contents of my lunch nearly made a return, a really cool 3rd grader, stood up and heroically said: "Leave her alone, she's my friend!" I will never forget those words as long as I live! I had been rescued, someone heard my prayer! It was straight out of an ABC After School Special. What an amazing little 8 year old, to have the guts to stand up and do what was right, and here I am 20 years later and I still remember this act of kindness. As sad as that experience probably was at the time, it made me want to be brave like that girl, to be kind to others and stand up for what is right even when it's hard.

As natural as it is to want to save your kids from the heartaches of childhood, trials mold and shape us. While I didn't care for being the "New Kid" year after year, I really feel like it taught me compassion for others, and how to notice people and help serve them. So, on that note, I'll just try to make Ky feel included at home, and quit having daydreams about threating small children.