The harder lessons

One of the hardest things, I do, as a mother, is teach my child(ren) the things I don’t want them to know..

I taught them bad words, so they knew not to speak them.  I taught them porn terms so they knew what to avoid, online.  I taught them to be a Scrooge, at Christmas.

Now I need to teach one how to not be “cliquish.”

I just can’t stand the “big bully on the playground!” and “cliques” are not just about being shy.. they can be blatantly just selfish and rude.

I’m not sure where to start.. I just got mad and said “you don’t know how to be on the other end.. but I find it wrong to be in a church youth group and flat out be rude to any other youth.”

It was my bad way of trying to get the point across..

I also told said child that if one of her “friends” doesn’t shape up.. she won’t be doing anything, in the future, with her.

We’ll see where this goes..

I’m such a mean mom!