Not yet double digits when the sting
of rejection punctured my ego –
“We can’t play with you,” peers
gloated; “our mothers said.”
What did I know of reasons
or replies, just felt a part of me die.
Still trying to win approval,
heal my nine-year-old heart.
A very strong piece!
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Yes. Thanks
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Welcome.
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This is so sad and unfortunately, we carry this throughout our life. Bullying hurts and it can be devasting to a child.
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Sure is, and seems to be a stable in life. Perhaps it’s what helps us build character.
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Yes, but seems so unfair for children. Adults, not all, can sort it out more so than children.
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You would think so.
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Ah! It does now. Reposted yesterday over and over on various blogs.
What I did say: I’ve been there, having grown up on the ‘wrong’ side of the railway tracks. In fact, there was a time we lived right next to one! We had lots of fun, playing very dangerous games but we got through fairly unscathed. I couldn’t play hide-and-seek with the other kids. I stuttered so much each count counted for five or six. By the time I counted to ten the kids got bored and went home … just kidding. But: it does stay with one.
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Children can be cruel. I think much of my rejection was because of my family too – stuff out of my control. In some ways, surviving the taunting makes us more compassionate, don’t you think?
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Yes, often to a fault!
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My comments don’t post!
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No? I got this one.
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Beautiful. As an elementary teacher for dozens of years, I can’t begin to tell you how many times I heard that kind of stuff. Ah, the hundreds of chats I’ve had with kids about being mean to others…Who knows if my chats sunk in. We can only hope.
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Teachers have great influence. I still remember a situation where my teacher championed me at the time.
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Poignant
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Thank you
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OUCH! I encountered ONE mother who considered me a bad influence (I prodded her daughter to inquire WHY to restrictions I found weird … and apparently inquiring WHY was also off limits!)
“Like” doesn’t quite fit here, but definitely this resonates. Hindsight suggests the mother(s) concern was with my parents more than me personally. Hindsight does not lessen the sting when these memories surface! Indeed, a partial death. A life-time pain.
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Humbling moments. School life didn’t get much better after that- kids can be cruel.
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The wounds that stay with us..so very relatable and cycle that hasn’t broken through the generations of humanity.
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Doubt it ever will. Thanks Heather.
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Welcome!
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Ah, this is well done…there are moments from childhood that stay in memory. Often crystal clear in the fear and despair they created. Your art fits well here.
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Thanks Andrea!
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You’re welcome.
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Enter the Chief Feature (Gurdjieff).
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Could very well be. (Had to look this one up). Thank you, oh enlightened one, lol.
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I’m as enlightened as a 25 watt bulb VJ. 😁
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Well at least you’re not a dimwit like me, lol
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Oh, this is heartbreaking! And it happens to too many children.
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Certainly a defining moment. Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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