An Open Letter to the Young Man that Called My Boy Four Eyes

Dear Scum Sir:

It has come to my attention that you have been bullying my son. While I know this letter may be a surprise to you, I'm very sure it's not the first time that your bad behavior has been pointed out to you. Without going into too much detail, I know all about you kid, and I know for sure that you are heading for a small, sad life.

You see, young man, I'm older than you and for that, in case your parents haven't instilled this in you, you should respect me and listen to what I have to say. I feel for you because I know that all the terrible things that you feel inside about yourself are somehow coming to the surface and spewing out in an attempt to hurt a kid that deep down inside you admire.

We live in a lawsuit crazy world in which fear keeps us from guiding you on the right path. You're getting away with your terror not because it's right, but because unfortunately we can no longer strongly discipline children for their actions. Because you've been labeled with a special need or some such thing, you have more rights that my son, who follows the rules and respects others. You've been overprotected from the very thing that would set you on a good path.

My fear isn't that your behavior will continue. It's a given that you will continue to bully your way through life and it will get you nowhere. My fear is that no one cares enough about you to strongly guide you. My fear is that we've gone so far as a society worrying about being politically and socially correct that we're in turn creating a generation of ill behaved and lost people.

You'll flounder through life, wondering why you can't get ahead. Your life will be filled with shallow relationships and struggles and you won't understand why. Perhaps someday, someone will assist you with coming up with the reason for all of this. And it's because, you never were a priority. No one cared at a time when that was all that you needed.

So, keep teasing, taunting, threatening. My son can handle it. He likes himself, even all four of his eyes.

Touch one hair on his head and we'll have another conversation. In the meantime, take a good look in the mirror. Even your reflection thinks you're no good.

Sincerely,
A Mom