When you live a full life...you experience things, both good and bad...and these experiences lead you to the person you are.
I have had these experiences in my life.
And...for all the heartache I have ever felt, none hurt as much as the heartache I feel when my children hurt.
Joe is going through a rough time at school. He is being bullied and honestly I want to march right down to that school and sit on the kid that's giving him a hard time.
All my kids have experienced issues at school. They get along with some kids and others they don't care for. Whatever. It's all part of growing up.
But, when one kid goes out of his way to make your kid's life miserable. When he picks on him for things totally out of his control. When it's made worse by the fact that your kid got caught in the crossfire defending someone who the other kids have ostracized. My heart just bleeds.
Joe is such a good kid. No one ever had a bigger heart. He is kind and thoughtful and strong. By golly, I know he's strong now. In befriending someone all the other kids are mean to, he has made himself a target. But he doesn't want to change classes. He doesn't even really want me to step in. He just wants to deal with it, the best way he can.
And...so I just get to ache for him. And cry for him. And hopefully let him know I think he's wonderful.