I didn't show these kids the post, mind. (This isn't a children's blog!) But read it they did. As soon as I found out about it, I deleted the post. And I'm glad I did, because the next day, one or more (no one is fessing up) of these
I guess he's not a Potter fan, because he showed up at my door yesterday after school.
He wasn't disrespectful to me, but he did imply that I am not the boss of him, to which I replied, "When you're doing something dangerous around my kid or Shrinky Dink's kids, yes. I. am." I apologized to him about the blog post though, because that mess shouldn't have happened. Those girls never should have been shown the post. He never should have known about it.
The irony is that a post about bullying became a tool to bully the kid himself. And that was not my intention.
One of the best parts of blogging is the freedom that comes with relative anonymity. The ability to speak your truths and process away without fear. I don't use real names or locations to protect the innocent as well as the not-so-innocent. And I thought it was enough.
I was wrong.
I really don't want to block IP addresses or make this a private, subscription-only blog, but I'm a bit concerned about maintaining my anonymity now. I don't want to have to censor myself. That takes the fun out of blogging.
And let's face it. What would this blog be without all the making fun of people*?!
*And now my Catholic guilt is kicking in, telling me, Maybe this happened for a reason. Maybe you shouldn't be making fun of people in the first place. Maybe you should actually be doing something beneficial for the world--or at least for your own family--instead of kvetching all the time.