"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
“I heard my daughter crying in her crib as I repeated over and over, ‘She will never remember me,’ and began a dialogue in to my husband's phone that I prayed she would never have to hear."
He said that all the money they had would be spent on cigarettes and other "fun things" and so he would find change in their van and would buy Ramen packets at the store down the street (at 6!!!!).
"I was just home with my son putting him down for a nap when a lady knocked on my door saying she was with Delaware County Child Protective Services and they were here to remove Ja’vonni from my care."
I rushed to her. I’m not normally one to jump up and rush to a crying child. I’m not trying to sound callous. Just being honest about parenting multiple, miniature, drama queens.
"Article after article is about our daughters and how dire it is for us to raise them to be strong, self-sufficient, and capable. But, please hear this. I have a boy too."
