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I hate parents. And I'm not talking about mine. I'm talking about those who don't know the first thing about children, parenting, or even being human and yet are trying to raise another human life (or 3. or 5).
I am so sick of hearing about these insanely horrible home-lives. I don't want to know that a 7 year old understands that his underage mom was raped by his dad and that's why his dad can't come within 100 yards or so of the school. I don't want my students to come in dirty and smelly and have the other kids notice that they haven't bathed in a while. I don't want to know that another 2nd grade boy was raped a few years back. I don't want parents to accuse us of not knowing how to handle their child who repeats words and phrases that I still have never said that he obviously has learned at home. I can't take it. I don't want to know that my favorite, most sweetly innocent little boy might end up on the streets doing/dealing drugs like his older brother. Lord--don't let that happen!
Today was just a frustrating day and it made me so sad. At the gym this afternoon I started thinking about it all, and I got pretty upset. I teared up and I got mad and I almost left (but I didn't and I ended up working out extra hard....). But I did leave with a new conviction. When I am a teacher (either after Central America or instead of, if that happens to fall through) I want to teach kids like this. THe poor, the white-trash, the ones who aren't getting the love they need. I'm going to give it to them. I'm going to be that person to them who they will look back and remember cared for them so much.
I've always had such a heart for the children of the world... but now I see that there are SO many right here who need me too. I feel too small for such a big problem.
I am so sick of hearing about these insanely horrible home-lives. I don't want to know that a 7 year old understands that his underage mom was raped by his dad and that's why his dad can't come within 100 yards or so of the school. I don't want my students to come in dirty and smelly and have the other kids notice that they haven't bathed in a while. I don't want to know that another 2nd grade boy was raped a few years back. I don't want parents to accuse us of not knowing how to handle their child who repeats words and phrases that I still have never said that he obviously has learned at home. I can't take it. I don't want to know that my favorite, most sweetly innocent little boy might end up on the streets doing/dealing drugs like his older brother. Lord--don't let that happen!
Today was just a frustrating day and it made me so sad. At the gym this afternoon I started thinking about it all, and I got pretty upset. I teared up and I got mad and I almost left (but I didn't and I ended up working out extra hard....). But I did leave with a new conviction. When I am a teacher (either after Central America or instead of, if that happens to fall through) I want to teach kids like this. THe poor, the white-trash, the ones who aren't getting the love they need. I'm going to give it to them. I'm going to be that person to them who they will look back and remember cared for them so much.
I've always had such a heart for the children of the world... but now I see that there are SO many right here who need me too. I feel too small for such a big problem.