When my now 38 year old daughter was in elementary I loved kids so much that I worked at her elementary school from Preschool to her 4th grade.
I would work as a teacher assistant, and also the playground and gym when the teachers were on lunch. I loved how kids would run up to me and give me hugs, and tell me that I was their play mom because not only was I motherly but I listened to them. I heard everything they said.
One of the gurls would always look sad. She was well dressed and her hair was always done. She was one of my favorites. When she entered the playground she came straight to me. I could tell that something was going on with her. So one day I asked her. What’s wrong sweetie? She told me that her adoptive mother beat her. She would get in trouble a lot and this went on for a while. I would listen to her daily. I was shocked. But for the life of me the person I am today can’t understand why didn’t I do more to help her. I think about her all the time now. I wonder if she’s still alive, if she ever gotten the help she needed. Is she Okay mentally? Does she have a family?
I feel that I failed her. I feel like I was so wrapped up in the love I showed the kids that I didn’t do anything to help her. I don’t remember if I asked her if she told her teacher or others. I just remember that I didn’t help.
This stays on my mind a lot as we see so many kids abused these days. Back then there were no cellphones and no internet yet.
Please share your thoughts.
I would love to see her today, hug her and tell her how sorry I am that I didn’t do more to help her. ❤️❤️❤️
Inside the mind of cree 