I know I brag about my Anna a lot. Hey, I'm her Mom. And a blogger. It's my job (literally). I also complain about her on occasion, but again - I'm her Mom. Mother-daughter relationships are never easy.
This week has been kind of a rough one for Anna - I'm not at liberty to get into the why of it (that's her story to tell someday) but suffice it to say she's getting some bullying on subtle and not-so-subtle levels from some of the kids at school over a recent issue. Anna has always been a low-key kid and has never had so much as a write-up in all her years of school, so this is rough on her. She's handling it all amazingly well and with a lot of class, but yesterday - well, I guess she'd just had enough.
Apparently, Anna got a verbal reprimand for addressing a couple of girls who were making some bullying sort of remarks. Her exact words to the girls were: "If you're going to talk behind my back, you might as well lean over and kiss my ass while you're there."
This is one of those parenting moments when your mouth says "Anna, you need to find a more constructive way to address stuff like this," and your brain and heart are going, "Yeah! Go get 'em girl!"
It reminds me of the first day of summer camp in 2010. David was finally old enough to start camp, and Anna was on her fourth year. I came to pick them up from camp that day and one of the counselors pulled me aside to say that there had been a minor "incident" between Anna and a boy who was her age. It had resolved quickly and they both apologized, but the counselor wanted to flag it for me.
I loaded the kids in the car and I turned to Anna.
"So....what happened today? Between you and that boy?"
She looked at me, and without a trace of remorse in her voice she said, "He called David a retard, so I pushed him down until his face met the mulch."
I bit my lip to keep from grinning at her. Way to stand up for your brother! Instead, I reminded her that she could have used that as an opportunity to educate him - and others - about what autism really is. But I really wanted to high-five her. I really, really did.
She might drive me crazy sometimes, and when we knock heads, our screaming can escalate to the point of epic - and I'm not a screamer! She's just so damn stubborn and spunky that our fights can't get anything but epic. We never go to bed angry, though. We always find a way to make up to each other. Her kind heart and mine won't let us keep the animosity for long.
And all that ferocity guarantees that this girl will be kicking down doors and taking life by the balls everywhere she goes. I'm okay with that.
Go get 'em girl.
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