Twisted Metal
Last week, during meetings, we got little snack breaks, with newspapers and coffee and treats. I was sitting eating my treat, drinking my coffee, reading the newspaper. The first story was a car accident, a silver BMW convertible, twisted into a hunk of metal, with a heading that said, "15 year old high school student killed in car accident."
My heart twisted much the way the metal had as soon as I read this. I have a 15 year old high school student with a silver BMW convertible. He drives it to school every morning, flashing me a handsome smirk, with a honk and a small wave, his aviator glasses glinting. The second I saw the picture of that car, the image of Harold in his was juxtaposed over it. I turned pages desperately, completely panicked, scanning for his name. I was so relieved when it was the name of a young girl that I didn't even stop and greive for her family. It wasn't *my* kid. It wasn't *my* baby.
The kids and I always tease each other that I am like their school-mom, Ilka once telling me that "its like you gave birth to us yourself." And after that terror, these are the only kids I want to have...to feel that panic, and never have given physical birth to them...parents are my new heroes.
My heart twisted much the way the metal had as soon as I read this. I have a 15 year old high school student with a silver BMW convertible. He drives it to school every morning, flashing me a handsome smirk, with a honk and a small wave, his aviator glasses glinting. The second I saw the picture of that car, the image of Harold in his was juxtaposed over it. I turned pages desperately, completely panicked, scanning for his name. I was so relieved when it was the name of a young girl that I didn't even stop and greive for her family. It wasn't *my* kid. It wasn't *my* baby.
The kids and I always tease each other that I am like their school-mom, Ilka once telling me that "its like you gave birth to us yourself." And after that terror, these are the only kids I want to have...to feel that panic, and never have given physical birth to them...parents are my new heroes.