I am very much in need of getting this all out. It'll be long. If you can't hang until the end, I understand.
I have a new student.
She enrolled a week ago on Monday. Her first day she was very clingy with me, and complaining that her stomach hurt. Now, first day jitters are normal, but this was a bit much.
The next day she comes in and after a few minutes starts crying. I ask her what is wrong and she says, "Did you know my mom died?".
NO I DID NOT.
So I go up front and call home. Her Dad's girlfriend tells me that yes, her mom did in fact die - ONE WEEK AGO THAT DAY!!!!! They did not bother to tell anyone this tidbit when they enrolled her.
So, the whole morning I spent with her while my assistant taught the class. I let her cry, I talked with her, I walked her around and introduced her to everyone.
That afternoon, her dad and girlfriend come to pick her up and I ask them if they have considered counseling for her. Their response...
"No, we don't want to make too big a deal of it"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I literally BIT MY TONGUE.
She's SEVEN. Her mother died. A horrible death. She was taken from her grandmother and older sister and placed into this house with a brand new baby. Dear Lord - as a THIRTY-TWO year old woman *I* would need counseling!!!
So, it's been a very rough two weeks. She is (of course) crying at least once a day to me. And I am asking WHY ME? I am so dern tenderhearted that everytime I tear up too.
Like yesterday, she asked me to tell the class about her mom, and to read a journal entry to them. So, I told them and began to read the journal entry. All I could manage was, "I need you right now Mommy..." and started bawling in front of my children.
So I stopped and looked right at my girl and explained that I tried to be brave for her, but that I am a mommy, and I have a mommy so this makes me so sad. I then explained to the class that it is okay to cry about this. It is my total belief that this dad and girlfriend have made her to feel as if she shouldn't cry.
So, I got myself together and tried again. This time, I read it all and THEN started crying again.
Then today at the awards assembly, our show choir sang "You Raise Me Up". I knew it would get to her. Well, I didn't look at her for the longest time, but it was killing me not to. So, finally I did and she was sitting there crying so hard. I got up and took her out to a bench and just hugged her and let her cry for as long as she wanted to. Of course, me being me - I was crying too.
I wonder if *I* am the right teacher for this job? I am trying to be stronger, but I just can't help myself. I think maybe God gave her to me to show her that it IS okay to cry. I don't know. Maybe I never will.
I have a new student.
She enrolled a week ago on Monday. Her first day she was very clingy with me, and complaining that her stomach hurt. Now, first day jitters are normal, but this was a bit much.
The next day she comes in and after a few minutes starts crying. I ask her what is wrong and she says, "Did you know my mom died?".
NO I DID NOT.
So I go up front and call home. Her Dad's girlfriend tells me that yes, her mom did in fact die - ONE WEEK AGO THAT DAY!!!!! They did not bother to tell anyone this tidbit when they enrolled her.
So, the whole morning I spent with her while my assistant taught the class. I let her cry, I talked with her, I walked her around and introduced her to everyone.
That afternoon, her dad and girlfriend come to pick her up and I ask them if they have considered counseling for her. Their response...
"No, we don't want to make too big a deal of it"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I literally BIT MY TONGUE.
She's SEVEN. Her mother died. A horrible death. She was taken from her grandmother and older sister and placed into this house with a brand new baby. Dear Lord - as a THIRTY-TWO year old woman *I* would need counseling!!!
So, it's been a very rough two weeks. She is (of course) crying at least once a day to me. And I am asking WHY ME? I am so dern tenderhearted that everytime I tear up too.
Like yesterday, she asked me to tell the class about her mom, and to read a journal entry to them. So, I told them and began to read the journal entry. All I could manage was, "I need you right now Mommy..." and started bawling in front of my children.
So I stopped and looked right at my girl and explained that I tried to be brave for her, but that I am a mommy, and I have a mommy so this makes me so sad. I then explained to the class that it is okay to cry about this. It is my total belief that this dad and girlfriend have made her to feel as if she shouldn't cry.
So, I got myself together and tried again. This time, I read it all and THEN started crying again.
Then today at the awards assembly, our show choir sang "You Raise Me Up". I knew it would get to her. Well, I didn't look at her for the longest time, but it was killing me not to. So, finally I did and she was sitting there crying so hard. I got up and took her out to a bench and just hugged her and let her cry for as long as she wanted to. Of course, me being me - I was crying too.
I wonder if *I* am the right teacher for this job? I am trying to be stronger, but I just can't help myself. I think maybe God gave her to me to show her that it IS okay to cry. I don't know. Maybe I never will.