Because I love the boy you are becoming. And that boy? He has your bullies to thank.
A boy who can fall down and get up. A boy who learns that some people are just weather—you don’t beg the storm to stop, you learn to stand in the rain. A boy who will never need his mommy to fight his battles. Because that is the only kind of boy who grows into a man I can trust to be alone in this world. mommy loves your bullies
I need to say something ugly out loud.
Because they are teaching you a lesson I am too cowardly to teach: The world does not owe you softness. And if I don’t let you get a little hard, a little sharp, a little mean around the edges—someone else will do it for me. Because I love the boy you are becoming