I don't wanna do this wrong..

Not sure if who ever is reading this knows or not..but I was bullied in school. Almost every year until my sophomore year. I don't really have much to say about it other than... it sucked. It sucked really really bad. Well, my daughter started kindergarten this year. And it scares me so bad. I don't want her to go through what I went through each year. I don't want her to have days where she goes to the bathroom and cries because there's nothing else to do. I don't want her to feel like there's no where to turn. Like she doesn't fit in. Like she'll never fit in. This morning dropping Brooke off at school I saw a girl, she couldn't have been older than 4th grade. She was wearing FULL MAKE UP. She had eye shadow, and eye liner, blush, mascara, and even lip gloss. It just made me think of Brooke. I can't imagine allowing her to wear make up that young. I mean yeah, I let her wear show/cheer make up sometimes when she plays around but not on a daily basis. I just want to do this right. I don't want her to get made fun of because her mommy doesn't let her wear make up. Or wear hoochie momma clothes. I don't want people not to be her friend because she lives in an apartment. Or because I'm a single mom. I don't want people to look down on her because she wears clothes from Wal-Mart and Target and not A&F. It just so much to think about. Kids are so heartless and cruel. I want to raise my daughter to accept anyone and everyone. I want her to realize it's the inside not the outside that matters. That it's what the person has in the their heart and not what brand they have on their shoes. I guess maybe I think too much. But I know that my daughter will be 10X more likely to be a victim than my son. Girls are just so much more mean, and so much more sensitive. If Bryson is a little chunky in school, he's a good football lineman. If Brookie were to be chunky in school she's a fat kid. Or some other cruel name the kids come up with. I love both my kids with all my heart and I would do everything and anything to protect them. But the scariest thing is, there's absolutely nothing I can do to protect them from this kind of pain. I guess maybe I shouldn't worry about this stuff until they happen, if they happen. It's just as a mother your mind is always rushing to the future with your kids. I love you my sweet little Brooke Michelle, and my handsome little Bryson Kole. May God protect you and keep you in this crazy journey called life. :) It's not always easy, but it sure is fun!