Protective Parent
I wouldnt say I or my husband are one of those 'helicopter parents' but i am protective of my children. I am a mother of 2 sons both in their later teens - my first born named Austin being 18 and my second named Patrick is 16. My husband and I are both in the middle of our 30s while most of our son's friend's parents are in their 40s. Austin takes a bit more after me with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes while my younger son Patrick looks a lot more like his father with jet black hair and blue eyes. I am sure both my boys will get their height from their dad - I am 5'5 while Austin is 5'6 and Patrick is 5'4 but I am done growing and they are not. Having 2 boys close in age has always been nice because they can help each other out and the eldest can protect the younger and share his wisdom - or at least the younger can learn from the mistakes of his older brother.
With Austin now 18 years old and about to finish High School and go off into the world I would have never expected to hear that he was being bullied by one of his classmates. And I would have never known if I had not overheard him talking with his brother about it. It was a regular school night and I had noticed Patrick and not grabbed his clothes from the dryer yet so i put them in a basket and went to drop them off outside his room. I heard Austin and Patrick talking on the other side of the door in Patrick's room about some bully that had been picking on Austin for the last few months. Austin is the older brother he should be strong and watching over his little brother not getting picked on and made to look like a weak fool. So I did what i think a lot of parents would and listened to the conversation eventually figuring out who the student was.
Its incredible what you can find out with technology these days - i was able to look through social media and find the bully's full name, what he looks like, his address, his interests, and more. Everything i needed to know was at my fingertips. The name of my son's bully was Dylan and he was also 18 and gave off a bit of a cute punk skater look from the pictures I saw online. He surprisingly only lived a few blocks away too. After a few days of research and thinking I chose to confront Dylan about his behavior and convince him to leave my son alone. I of course didnt want my sons to know I knew anything and didnt want them to know i talked to Dylan either - if anyone found out my son would look pretty weak and get embarrassed. I didnt even want to mention it to my husband.
So finally i made my move to confront this bully Dylan. One day after school I went over to Dylan's house knowing his parents would not be home. I knocked on the front door and rang the bell. I heard some movement inside the house and a lock unlatching followed by the door opening. There stood Dylan - he looked just like his social media pages had shown being a little taller than me probably about 5'8ish with short brown hair, green eyes, and a slender build. The young man looked back at me for a moment I could see and feel his eyes scan over me looking at me from the top down. Looking at my blonde hair then my C-cup breasts and my curvey frame. The tight yellow dress I wore probably drew his attention even more with it clearly showing off my breasts and figure.
"Hi there Dylan. I dont think we have ever met but my name is Jacqueline and I am Austin's mom." I explained to him.
