I need to say something ugly out loud.
I am the mom who secretly loves your bullies.
Because I love the boy you are becoming. And that boy? He has your bullies to thank.
I have spent nine years building a fortress of "please" and "thank you" and "use your indoor voice." I have smoothed every sharp edge off your life. I have made sure your lunch is cut into stars. I have never let anyone yell at you for more than thirty seconds.
But I am not sorry they exist.
And your bullies? They are survival. They are the raw, feral truth of the playground jungle. They don’t care about your feelings. They don’t care about my organic peanut butter sandwiches. They see your weakness—the same weakness I coddled—and they eat it for breakfast.
Someday you’ll read this. Or you won’t. But if you do: I’m sorry.
That spine? I didn’t give it to you. Your bullies did.
Mommy Loves Your Bullies 'link' May 2026
I need to say something ugly out loud.
I am the mom who secretly loves your bullies.
Because I love the boy you are becoming. And that boy? He has your bullies to thank. mommy loves your bullies
I have spent nine years building a fortress of "please" and "thank you" and "use your indoor voice." I have smoothed every sharp edge off your life. I have made sure your lunch is cut into stars. I have never let anyone yell at you for more than thirty seconds.
But I am not sorry they exist.
And your bullies? They are survival. They are the raw, feral truth of the playground jungle. They don’t care about your feelings. They don’t care about my organic peanut butter sandwiches. They see your weakness—the same weakness I coddled—and they eat it for breakfast.
Someday you’ll read this. Or you won’t. But if you do: I’m sorry. I need to say something ugly out loud
That spine? I didn’t give it to you. Your bullies did.
