I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands
I subbed at the preschool today. At the end of one class, I had to supervise the kids as their parents began arriving to pick them up. A tiny little girl who rides on my bus in the morning was holding onto a metal pole. As she and her friends waited patiently, a rambunctious classmate of hers suddenly swung open the chain link fence door that connected to the metal pole, crushing her hand in the process.
The scream she emitted was terrifying. I dropped everything I had been holding and hugged her tightly as she cried frantically into her jacket. I felt all of her pain inside of me. As I checked her hand to make sure no bones were broken, I stroked her hair and felt like crying myself. This was an accident and no one was to blame (except perhaps the little boy, who was being disobedient at the time). We, the teachers, sent her home on time but I felt awful afterward. Did she understand what had happened? Did she know it was an accident?
I guess this is a very roundabout way of saying I wish I could hug everyone who is suffering needlessly right now. I think more people could use a comforting embrace than even they realize. . .
The scream she emitted was terrifying. I dropped everything I had been holding and hugged her tightly as she cried frantically into her jacket. I felt all of her pain inside of me. As I checked her hand to make sure no bones were broken, I stroked her hair and felt like crying myself. This was an accident and no one was to blame (except perhaps the little boy, who was being disobedient at the time). We, the teachers, sent her home on time but I felt awful afterward. Did she understand what had happened? Did she know it was an accident?
I guess this is a very roundabout way of saying I wish I could hug everyone who is suffering needlessly right now. I think more people could use a comforting embrace than even they realize. . .