My Conversation with Allie about Bullying

My conversation with Allie in the car rider line this morning...
Me: Allie you're going to treat everyone with kindness today, right?
Allie: Yes mom
Me: And if you see someone being bullied what do you do?
Allie: Mom, we just talked about this in school and they said to walk away and tell a teacher.
Me: No, first you go and stand up for the kid that's being bullied and tell the bully that kindness will make them happier than bullying and then ask them if they would like to be your friend because sometimes a bully just needs a friend.
Allie: And if they start bullying me?
Me: Kill them with kindness baby...then look them directly in the eye and tell them that their bullying has no affect on you and tell them we will pray that their heart changes and then you go tell a teacher.
Allie: Why would I be nice to them?
Me: Because they are acting that way for a reason. Maybe they have a sad home life or aren't treated right by someone in their life and they don't know better. Always be kind, Allie...even when someone isn't being kind to you.
Allie: And if they won't stop or they start pushing me or hitting me and it's hurting me?
Me: Then drop them

After a brief moment of Allie looking perplexed, I could see the empowerment on her face to always stand up for herself and her friends.

Some may not agree with my stance, but I will always teach my girls to stand up for those who are being bullied and never ever allow themselves to be physically pushed around.

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