Dear John

power of the pen.

Dear John,

You don't know me, but we have a mutual acquaintance in my son William.  You and he are in the same grade and lately, you have made it part of your day to taunt him and his friends, to tease them and to make them feel miserable.  You know John how they say that sticks and stones will break our bones but names will never hurt us?  This is one of the biggest parent lies out there.  Words crush John.  Words wound and take time to heal.  Words can make our breath catch in our throat and make us want to sink to our knees.  There is a lot of power in words and you like to use it. Again, I don't know you, but I bet you are popular.  I bet you do well in school. School is easy for you and you are bored so you find your fun in lording your power over those who are finding this transition to middle school harder.  You zeroed in on William and his friends because they are good kids, but they are awkward, they are the kids who don't even know they are supposed to be trying hard to be cool.  I can see the attraction for you.

Lately you have taken to following this group around as they enjoy being outside after lunch.  You like to pick at them, tell them what they are wearing is dumb, what they are doing is dumb.  You are like a small Robespierre using your sharp words to guillotine through fragile egos and self-esteem.  You like to call them things like "loser" or "gaywad".  I am not sure what a gaywad actually is but the sound of it is offensive and I guess that is what you are going for.  You like to take their names and put spins on them.  Wyatt has become Wyatt Derp and while I give you points for historical referencing John, I just want you to know that I'm your huckleberry.  

He is not going to fight you John, or tell on you. I am not going to call the school or come up at lunch to see what goes on myself.  He's going to learn how to ignore you, how to see that the words you hurl with such accuracy and speed can be deflected.  He will learn that you are a predatory, pugilistic punk and that he is better.  He will learn to ignore you and he will learn to walk away and when he does John, you will grow smaller. 

These might be the best years of your life John, so I hope you are enjoying them.  Guys like you John become less important with each passing year.  You will probably peak in high school and early on in high school.  Your friends will grow tired of your games and your inability to grow up with them and one by one John, they will drop you.  Your texts will go unanswered, your snaps unopened and all your many status updates unliked.  You will be the kind of guy people avoid in the breakroom and I don't see you ever really getting out of a cubicle.  Forget the corner office John; you won't even see an office. 

And William?  Don't worry about him.  He will be strong because of you.  He will be empathetic because of you.  He will value friendship and a be a great friend because of you John.  He will survive you and have the skills necessary to survive the next John in his life.  True, you hurt him.  You hurt his heart and it hurts mine in turn, but he is going to get through this.  He will forget about you as he grows stronger and grows up.  Your reign of terror, as vicious and well-played as it is, will not last long.  So, enjoy this time of being lord of lunch recess and I hope the memories you make will help you through your sad adult life.  

Sincerely,

William's mom