The student was a needy one, the kind who comes from a risky home without much structure, support, or love. I vowed to provide as much structure and support as I could in class, even though I knew it couldn't replace a mother's love.
The little one started to connect with me, asking if she could be in my math group so she could stay with me all day. I knew she was just saying, in her own dysfunctional way, that she liked me and was glad I was her teacher.
She wasn't so glad when i wouldn't let her leave the room when she wanted to use the bathroom three times in a ten minute period. She didn't feel so attached when I insisted she get out the homework just like the other kids. In fact, when she shouted up at me "Why are you so mean?! I hate you!!" I wasn't surprised.
I also wasn't upset. You see, this kiddo and her mood swings are nothing new. I'm on my second teenager, remember. And if I had a nickel for every time they swung between love and hatred, or at least thought they did, if would be a lot easier to pay La Petite's tuition. But I digress.
Today the child in question was a sweetheart. Tomorrow? Who knows? But I'm ready. And I'll try not to smile too much.
Isn't it such a relief when you learn to step back from their emotions, when you can watch the ebb and flow without being drawn into the storms? Phew. Both in the classroom and at home, it's so much easier on everyone!
Posted by: Ilona | September 26, 2008 at 11:18 AM