Thursday, August 2, 2012

Happy Birthday, Hippie--How to Beat a Bully

The Hippie is eight today!  I can't believe how fast time flies.
 She was so sweet and she's still such a doll.
The Hippie (left) and The Scribe (who looks more like a hippie here on the right)

So, in honor of her birthday, I thought I'd repost one of my favorite stories.  Here goes . . .

How to Beat a Bully

I witnessed something and it makes me so mad!
When I drove to school, to get The Scribe and The Hippie, I knew something was very wrong.
They walked in nervous steps and seemed to forget the place we normally meet. They walked faster and faster, looking behind them until I realized three girls imitated their every move. One of the girls was big and tall; she looked at least a couple grades older than The Scribe. I thought the other two girls were in The Scribe's class.
So, I did what any good mother would do. I rolled down my windows and stalked them quietly. That's when I heard the biggest girl yell at my kids. "You sure are ugly!" She elbowed her cronies before snorting up a storm. As they laughed, I wanted to jump out of my car and pummel that kid. But I gripped the steering wheel instead. I wanted to see what my girls would do.
"Can't you hear us?" one of the girls from The Scribe's class hollered. "We said you're ugly!"
That's when The Scribe and The Hippie turned around. They were so busy, they still didn't notice I was following them. The Hippie looked at the girls; she seemed absolutely unperturbed. She had on a darling twirl dress, pigtails and two bows in her hair.
The Scribe looked down at her and said, "Don't move. I've got this."
But The Hippie refused to obey her sister. She looked up at those kids, one of which was probably four grades above her and said, "That's too bad you think we're ugly because I think you're beautiful."
I watched their resolve crumble. They cracked a smile at The Hippie and the big bully said, "You know, you're all right. Maybe you can join our gang someday, but the thing is . . . we weren't calling you ugly anyway. We were calling your sister ugly."
I held my breath as I watched the whole thing unfold. This was The Scribe's time to shine. Maybe she'd take The Hippie's brilliant lead and hand out a truthful compliment. I knew she thought about it. I saw it in her beautiful green eyes, but the thing is, The Scribe is a spitfire. She doesn't take crap from anyone and she refuses to say something just to say it.
The Scribe glared at them, and as her eyes looked across the ground, she grinned wider than the Nile. "You think I'm ugly? Everyone can have their own opinion, but I know something for a fact and it's that you're bullies. You're scared bullies!"
This didn't sound like it was headed to a Heavenly place. The big girl started balling her fist. Her stance changed to a fighting stance. I wanted to jump from the car. "We're not scared of anything . . . especially ugly . . . little . . . girls!" the big kid said.
That made The Scribe madder than a hatter. I knew it would since they'd just taken measurements last week and she's the second shortest kid in her class. She hates being short! Her face paled with anger and that's when The Scribe bent down and picked up a worm. 
 "Fine, if you're so tough!" She waved the worm next to the big girl's face and the bully jerked back in fear. My oldest daughter's eyes lit with excitement. Then she pushed the worm near all of the bullies' faces. I couldn't believe my eyes. She'd gone from the victim to the victor.
You wouldn't believe how funny that looked. Now to understand, you need to realize how gorgeous The Scribe is. I know every parent says this about their kids, but when we lived in Santa Monica, a lady paid The Scribe one hundred dollars for one picture of her. She's been on greeting cards and other things. She's really a pretty kid and it just cracks me up that she's such a tomboy.
"If you're so tough, and you want to bully me, then lick it! Show me you're brave enough to lick this worm," The Scribe said.
"Get it out of my face," one girl shrieked.
"You're so weird. This is why we hate you," her friend said.
All three of them turned to run, but before they left completely, the big girl said, "This isn't over, Shorty. You're so weird. You'll never fit in here."
As they turned, The Scribe threw the worm and it landed in the back of the big girl's hair. I covered my mouth and gasped; that bully still had no idea the worm wriggled in her hair!
My girls laughed really hard. "What are you going to do about them tomorrow?" The Hippie asked.
"Oh, leave that to me." The Scribe chuckled. "I have a great idea."
They started walking back to our designated pick-up spot and I found it funny they still hadn't spotted me or the car. "Do you really think they're pretty?" The Scribe asked The Hippie. "No one that mean can be pretty."
"God made them too, didn't He?" said The Hippie.
"Yeah, but they're so mean." The Scribe paused. "Do you think I'm ugly?"
The Hippie hugged her sister. "You're beautiful! Don't let them make you sad."
I honked after that, and my girls saw me. I had tears in my eyes because even though they fight, they'll always be there for each other. I love those girls so much.
"How long have you been here?" The Scribe asked.
"Just barely. Why?"
"No reason." The Scribe suddenly grinned as she leaned into the back of the seat.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'm just happy it rained today. I love worms."
So, I didn't say much to them about bullies or anything else. Maybe I should have. Maybe I should have reprimanded The Scribe for throwing a worm in some kid's hair. But I felt they'd done an all right job of handling the situation and I was proud they hadn't let people walk on them like people walk on me.


  1. No, you did exactly the right thing! She's fighting her own battles and if you had fought it for her it would have given the bullies fuel for tomorrow! You have such brilliant girls!

  2. Happy birthday Hippie! And way to show the bully!

  3. Amazing how fast time goes by. Before you know it they will be all grown up. Enjoy their childhod while you can, seems like you are doing a good job! I love this story----Happy Birthday to the birthday girl :)

  4. Happy Birthday to the Hippie! I love how she and her sister seem to be infinitely resourceful. They are quite the pair.

  5. Happy Birthday, Hippie! Now you are the same age as Peanut! I am so proud of all three of you after reading that story. A modern day "Laura and Mary...and Caroline"! :)

  6. Happy Birthday! Now, take a bath, you Hippie! ;o)

  7. I think they handled it JUST RIGHT!

    After two years of blogging I am about to call it quits. Most of the stuff I have posted this year was written before my dad died. I can't seem to come up with new stories. If I do I will start up again.

    Now that I am no longer need to care for him I have had to find a way to cycle myself back into the life outside of these walls. I have gradually dipped my toes into that world and find that I am too busy to write. But, more importantly, I find that I am too busy to continue a relationship with all of you bloggers out there. I hate not commenting regularly!

    Although it was you guys that literally got me through these last two years it seems so rude of me to not get around to reading and encouraging you, like you did me. I hope to remedy that soon. When school starts I plan to get pack to substituting, and with that, back to a regular schedule of some sort. That schedule will include a time to re-enter the blogging sphere to keep up with my many mentor's antics.

    I am sending this to each of you as I want to thank you for your friendship and kindness.

    1. We'll miss you so much. I wish you the very best in everything. Just know how much you've blessed so many lives online.

  8. I remember this story & still love it!


  9. I love this, way to go Hippie. You did exactly the right thing, those girls sure know how to handle themselves.

  10. Happy birthday to Hippie. That sure is tough to not intervene. Our youngest will have a huge bullseye target on him for bullying as he grows up. I'll be intervening to keep his big bro from flattening any offenders.

  11. Somebody's middle child raised those girls right.


  12. Happy Birthday Hippie! What a great relationship you and The Scribe have. You're lucky to have each other.

  13. Thanks, everyone :) She had such a great day.

  14. Dear Elisa, the learning to stand up for ourselves is so important if we are to go through life feeling confident and equal to its ups and downs. I'm so glad that the Hippie and Scribe know how to handle bullying. That says a lot about your parenting. Peace.

  15. What an awesome pair!! Happy birthday Hippie!!
    - andrea

  16. Happy Belated Birthday Hippie! Hope it was as awesome as this story!

  17. Lovely! Sounds very much like my girls.

  18. Happy happy birthday to my favorite 8 year old girl! Hope it was wonderful!

  19. Happy, happy day to Hippie. Eight, the best age EVER!

  20. Hope the Hippie had a great birthday! I loved this story. Both girls stood up to the bulllies in a way that felt right to them and that is so important. I like that they handled the situation differenty. I do love the part about the worm!