I was picked on for everything from my clothes, to the way I talked, to not knowing what curse words meant. I spent a lot of time crying not only at home but in school because of the torment.
I got picked on a lot because I reacted. I gave them the reaction they were looking for every. single. time. So they kept doing it.
And why did I always give into the tears that they so desperately wanted from me?
Because I couldn't laugh at myself.
I still have a tender heart and judge myself harshly by what others say and think of me. But I'm much better about being able to laugh a lot of it off. It's quite liberating.
Which is why I laugh at my kids.
What I'm trying to do is to teach them that it's okay to laugh at yourself. It's okay to make a dumb move and giggle it off. You can make fun of yourself and some of the mistakes you make. It's allowed.
Now I beat them to the punchline. And I hope my kids pick up on that. It's okay to be a punchline as long as you can laugh about it too. The more you get angry or cry, the more they will do it. If you can laugh about it as much as the others can, you'll be much happier in life.
And life will be a lot funnier.