That Moment I Wanted to Fight a Kid

This weekend my little girl was called fat.  My 7 year old, heart as big as Texas, sassy little girl.  By a random little girl at the park that was also kind enough to flip her the bird after saying it.  I was not there.  She was with a friend.  Which is likely the only reason I'm writing this from my couch and not jail. 

When she told me about what happened she tried to be cool about it.  Like it bothered her but she was having an "oh well" attitude about it.  Ain't foolin' me kid.  I'm a girl too.  Those words stick and I know it. 

This is very likely bothering me more than her.  I was that crazy girl crying in the middle of the gym this morning telling my girlfriends about it.  I can not get it off my brain.

We are a family that eats healthy and focuses a lot on fitness.   We pay attention to our weight and we try to live a healthy lifestyle in general.  In doing that we also make our kids eat healthy. HOWEVER, don't think they are deprived.  We have chips.  We go get ice cream and have cookies.  It's just not something we have on a daily basis.

I have let the kids know the things that aren't good for you and the things that are.  I struggle DAILY with the delivery of my health message to them.  I wonder if they will have food problems later on in life.  What will they tell Dr. Phil?  That I didn't give them enough ice cream or hold them enough as a baby?  And it's all my fault they went away to college and binge ate and became 500lbs?  I know that sounds crazy but I've watched the shows on TLC. 

I don't know exactly what I'm doing here!  I don't know if we are doing this parent thing right but I hope so. 

Kids can be mean.  And girls especially.  Can we just make a promise to one another as moms that we'll teach our kids to not be the mean girl?  Can we tell them how important it is to pick the kid first that always gets picked last?  That picking on the skinny girl is JUST AS BAD as picking on the heavy girl? 

I'm not a snuggly, cuddly mom.  I don't expect everyone to be nice to my kids all the time.  I know they will get their feelings hurt and they will get their hearts broken and all that stuff.  That's what helps them grow as a person.  I very much get that.  And no matter how hard we try, our kids are going to be that asshole kid sometimes.  So when that's the case, let's promise to teach them a lesson from their asshole way!  And just maybe there will be enough nice kids to help that not-so-nice kid want to change their ways.