Outcasts
Sometimes I admit to tiring of 4th grade drama. Which makes recess duty frustrating. We've had a quite a run of it lately. But I remind myself that is WHY I am there. To keep them safe and guide them. Their emotions are often highs and lows as they struggle to figure out these unfamiliar hormones and become more aware of their roles in social interactions. Today I caught sight of a boy with his hood over his face lined up early. His slumped shoulders let me know something was amiss. I approached and asked if he was okay. He looked up with tears rolling down his cheeks and said he had tried to play soccer but it was "as if he didn't exist". No one passed the ball or even acknowledged him. The hurt was etched in his eyes. A hurt I recognized because I've felt it before and seen many others reflect the same. Sometimes I've even caused it. 😔 I offered my arm and he leaned in for a side hug. And continued to sob. The...

Comments
Post a Comment