I don't always expect my children to be popular, but I certainly hope they will have a friend or two. My son thought he had one -just one. Last night that friend joined two other kids and pelted my child with rocks and sticks. When my child told them to stop, they held him and stuffed his shirt with leaves. When he tried to run away, they threw basketballs, and soccer balls, and even a baseball at his head. When his face turned red from the effort of holding back tears, they told him he was a wus.
Thank God for cell phones. "Come get me. Now!"
My child needs a real friend. His dad and I need wisdom so that we don't exacerbate the situation.