pull up a chair, sit down and get comfortable. You may even want to get a snack....a low fat one, of course. First of all, I had a really crappy day yesterday. Not so much food wise...actually, that part was ok. I even did my two mile WATP. Anyways,
several things went on yesterday, which I will not mention because they are
too numerous to mention and my fingers will not accomodate.
So, here I'm sitting in the living room, watching tv or on the computer, I don't remember which. Trey, (my 10 yr. old) and Chris, his best friend, come in. Trey's face is red and he's been crying....still is and is to the point of snubbing, you know when you've cried so hard and you just can't seem to catch your breath? So I ask what in the world is going on?

Chris proceeds to tell me that one of our
neighbors (and I use the term in it's loosest form) yelled at Trey.
The neighbor in question is a new one. The moved in about 2 mos. ago. I'm not sure if they actually bought the house or are just renting it. I think they're just renting....that house has seen about 5 different families in the last 6 years. Anyways, since the moment they moved in, it's been like....
well, there goes the neighborhood. They have two little girls that are into just
everything. One is about four and the other one is 8 or 9, I believe. They are always playing in everyone else's yard even when the people are not home. It is commonplace for me to come home from work and find them sitting on my front porch or riding their bikes all over the grass in our front yard. They will even open up your front door and just walk right into your house. You know the type.....
perfect heathens.
So, Trey and his friend have been followed around all day by these two girls and have not had a moments peace, so they decide they're gonna come up onto our carport and they tell the girls to leave them alone and go home. Well, the girls just won't have that! They insist they are not going home and start to ride their bikes up our driveway. Well, this is debated for several minutes and as the younger of the two decides she's going to start up our driveway, so Trey takes ahold of the handle bars and stands in front of her in hopes of preventing her from coming up the driveway any further. Well, she promptly starts screaming (which she does ALOT) and starts flailing around because she wants him to let go of her bike. In the midst of all this screaming and twisting and turning to get him to let go, she falls off the bike and skins her elbow and really starts screaming.

Well, this prompts big sis to run inside and tell their Mom that the
big boy slung her poor little sister off her bike and hurt her. Well, Miss Thang comes out, stands over Trey and starts screaming at him. He tells her that it was an accident and he wasn't trying to hurt her, he just wanted them to leave them alone. She says to him, "That's bull$hit and if she's hurt, it's your a$$!"

Yup, that's right.
"It's your a$$" Well, by the time I heard the whole story and knowing my son like I do and knowing that he wouldn't hurt a flea, especially a girl, I was
livid. 
I mean,
shaking with anger. At that point, I didn't even trust myself to be rational, so I looked over at dh, who's sitting there with this "duh" look on his face and I said, "Handle it." He said, "Just let it go."
LET IT GO? Did he not just hear the same story I just heard?

My child is in tears because he's just been cussed out and threatened and I'm supposed to let it go?
I don't think so.
I looked out my front door and the mother was still outside. Without thinking, I stormed out my front door, down the steps, through the yard, into the culde-sac and to her driveway. I had just finished working out, so I had on workout pants, a sleeveless shirt, no shoes and my hair was still stuck to my sweaty forehead. I guess just by looking at me, she should have been scared. As I'm walking towards her, she sees me coming and knows why I'm coming. She immediately says, "He pushed her down." I said, "You have no business whatsoever cussing my son." She said, "Well she's hurt and her arm is bleeding." I said, "I understand what you've been told, but I have two people in my house that are telling me something completely different. I know my son, and he didn't intentionally hurt your little girl, he is NOT a bully. It was an accident, and you had no business cussing at him." She said, "Uh......" (at this point,
she was shaking) and I cut her off and said, "And if it's anybody's
a$$, it won't be
his." Then gave her a pointed look to let her know what I was saying, without saying it and I turned and walked away. It actually went pretty good I guess, that is....until my older son, who was standing on the neighbors porch broke out into a chorus of "Go Mom.....Go Mom.....Go Mom!"
So I get back up to the porch and by this time, dh has actually found his balls from wherever they were hiding and I just tell him to get his a$$ in the house, that his
wife had handled it.
Now, perhaps I didn't handle it the right way. I don't know. It's just that my motherly instinct kicked in and
no one is gonna hurt my babies. I know what it's like to grow up in a house where you're not protected and it's horrible to never feel safe, even from your own family members. My kids will never know that fear. As long as I'm around, they will always have someone on their side.
Now, the amazing part about all of this, is that I confronted her. Yup,

that's right. About two years ago, maybe even less, same scenario.....I probably would have
let it go. Not that I would be afraid of being hurt physically or anything like that, it's a self image issue. I have always been the type of person to back down from confrontations. Well, let me re-word that. I have always bent over backwards for others or kept my head down to avoid conflict or even eye contact because of my own insecurities.
A co-worker once asked me, "Why don't you look me in the eye when you talk to me?" It's because just looking someone in the eye would make me nervous. Not because I was being dishonest with them, just because looking someone directly in the eye made
me uncomfortable, because I was not confident enough in myself. That's why I have always avoided anything unpleasant because I didn't believe enough in
me to state my opinions about anything, unless it's here with you guys or with dh or a family member.
But I've noticed here lately, that's changing. No, that doesn't mean I'm gonna yell at you if you look at me the wrong way. It just means that I have the same rights and priviledges as the next person,
regardless of the number my scale says and no one has a right to run over me or anyone I love. So no, maybe the best way to handle the situation yesterday was not to confront her in the middle of the neighborhood, but this girl wasn't tucking her tail between her legs and running either.
And you know what I think? I think it's because of the weight I've lost. 346 lb. Tina would probably just went over and shut her door and tried to make her son feel better, but 270 lb. Tina would not settle for that. Losing the weight I have thus far, has not only made me a stronger person, in this case...it's made me a better Mom as well.
If that's not reason enough to keep it up, then what is?