I don’t want my daughter to get bullied (online or otherwise). I also don’t want her to stay silent if she sees bullying going on. I especially don’t want her to become a bully herself.
My daughter got her first iPad at 5 months old (it was only fair, she waited on the apple store line for 5 hours with me) and our whole family spends a lot of time online and in ‘the cloud’. Adi is going to come across online bullies sooner or later (probably sooner) and I’m struggling to figure out how to prepare her for it. I can teach her to try and ignore it. I can certainly teach her to not become a bully herself. I can’t however, shield her from it entirely. I can’t firewall the universe.
I’m… less than bilingual. I guess if you combined my knowledge of Hebrew and Spanish and called it Españbrew I’d be bilingual, but the only other people who would understand that language are my brother and Geraldo Rivera.
It’s the same story every time. I’m at the bodega on the corner, standing at the register with a carton of milk, a New York Times, a bag of Howard Crispy Fried Chicken Skins (don’t judge, you know you love them), and a tupperware filled with homemade dulce de leche candy. The cashier looks at me. There’s an awkward pause.
My daughter Adi looks like one of those babies you would see in a 1930s print advertisement for oatmeal. She has big rosy cheeks, a tiny button nose, huge eyes, and curly blonde hair. She’s the all American white bread apple pie stars and stripes milk and cookies child.