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.
"One day, they wouldn’t want to cuddle. They wouldn’t rush outside to meet me at the truck door when I pulled into the driveway. They wouldn’t require my kisses to make pain go away, or need my help reaching the tangles in the back of their hair."
"Where on Earth does she think she is off to? Was it Saturday…? I’m confused. Is she in a wedding I forgot about? My daughter's response was priceless."
"'What if we stop asking for so many toys in the store that we don’t need? Would that help?' my daughter asked. My heart broke at her comment, so sweet, so naive, and I also felt burdened by Mommy Guilt."
"Our children will most likely never know the tears we cried behind closed doors, or the prayers we begged for in the middle of the night. Until they have children of their own, they won’t understand that our hearts break when theirs break, maybe even harder than their own."
Let me tell you why those who ooze passion for teaching are leaving the occupation like their hair is on fire. The old excuse "the kids have changed". No. No friggin way. Kids are kids. PARENTING has changed.
“You can pick him up out of the line up in the school hallways. His heart sometimes breaks a little because he’s not always sure why what he’s doing is so wrong. His ideas come out in a jumble and you have to slow way down and look in his eyes to listen…But he needs you to hear him.”
