That's all I can say to describe how I feel now. I just had a student come in and have me sign a withdrawal form. Apparently he's moving schools and he needed me to sign off that he didn't have any Library fines. I have had this boy in my Literacy class since January and had developed a fondness to him. He had big blue eyes and a tough exterior, but I could feel that he had a heart full of burden. He got in trouble a lot, struggled with school, and seemed to just be along for the ride. I always tried to show kindness to him even though he had a special gift of driving me crazy...Even though he'd been in the office for the past 1.5 weeks for bad behavior and I hadn't had him in class, I still counted him as "one of mine". Anyhow, he handed me the paper and I asked him where he was going and why. I found out that he had been in foster care and was leaving that placement to move into his cousins house. I not only had NO idea that he was in foster care, but also didn't know that he was there because his biological parents had a severe drug problem. So much so that they couldn't take care of their 13 year old son. Their 13 year old son who so desperately needed them. No wonder he struggled with school so much...and had an unhealthy outlook on girls in his class...and didn't behave in school...he had no one. He didn't care because he didn't feel cared for.
This school is full of little kids in big bodies. Little ones who used to be rocked by their mothers and sung over and prayed for. Hopefully they still are. Some of them may have never experienced any of that. That makes me so sad. They all walk around acting so mature yet are still so immature. They act so big and tough, yet their feelings are laying on their sleeve.
Who knows if anyone has ever told him how much God loves him? That even
though he didn't feel it from any adult in his life, that Jesus swoons
over him. While I'm in the middle of my "Mothers of Sons" 21 Prayer Challenge, I'm thinking I've just encountered another "son" to add to my prayer list.
Aw, it's hard some days, isn't it? I'm sure you were a blessing to him.
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