I have a sad story.
I often take 1 of my former students and her older sister out…to swimming lessons, dinner, camp, etc.
I went to pick them up today, for a celebratory 1st day of school dinner.
I always hug and envelope their little brothers while I am at their house. The baby is adorable, and has chipmunk cheeks that beg to be kissed.
The 4 year-old I am just starting to know. He is a little, scrawny kid who doesn’t always wear shoelaces in his shoes. Today I asked him if I could give him a little peck on the cheek. He shied away from me. I asked what was wrong.
His sisters told me that he was brought home by the police today. Apparently, he was beating up his K4 teacher.
I can’t even begin to imagine all that this little bitty tiny man has seen in his giant 4 years. Which makes me wonder…how much will he see of the coming 95?
You got an up front insite to what is really out there. I am amazed everyday by the stories I hear from children. My heart goes out to them and I understand how things are different at their house from mine. The resources they have or don’t have are evident with their means of survival or just day to day living. I learn something new everyday about humanity.