Another girl came to me with her story of literally being caught in the middle between her parents who have not yet been able to resolve issues from a divorce that occurred eight plus years ago. This girl swallowed a bottle of pills about two weeks and was hospitalized overnight.
Ugh. I don't want to regale you with the other stories of the week. I guess I am searching for my own answers to why such young kids have to be in such pain and how I can change the patterns. I was told by a high school student this week that the only way to do anything is one conversation at a time. So slow. And I don't have time for those conversations..... IEP's, yard duty, club moderation, parent emails, public relations work, board reports, scheduling, staff meetings, impromptu subbing for teachers who get sick in the day, serving as the after school crossing guard, building SARB cases -- so much more - not complaining - just saying, I need to work double time in order to be most effective.
The sadness with which I began my day melted into the air. I gradually let go of my discouragement. Perhaps that is what hope is about - setting aside frustrations and fears, and maybe the recognition that you are doing the best you can and tomorrow is another day. Who knows?