It’s difficult to sleep when you know that there are children helpless, suffering, and at the mercy of adults who are incapable of giving them what they need most.
A few days ago a former student of mine came to visit my classroom. He was homeless, tired and confused about life. He had a few options but none of them were appealing enough to him. As I listened to him speak of his journey since he left Middle School, I was deeply saddened. I kept thinking about how I could help this young man – but it did not readily come to me. His situation was quite complicated.
Once again, I awoke in the middle of the night thinking about my childhood trauma and that of the students I teach daily. The things they share with me (often I have to report) are dreadful. I remind myself that adults are children who grew up and they too have a story to tell.
I am starting to connect the dots. The adults who no one rescued when they were children are now parents. This means there is a cycle that repeats itself.
I can’t help but think about my responsibility with it all. Yes, as a parent, I can “break the cycle” in my lineage, but I am convinced I have a much greater responsibility. If not, I would be sleeping peacefully right now. The faces and situations of my students who I know are having a tough time would not be consuming my thoughts.
That’s all I have for now.
Peace and blessings,