My oldest daughter made the mistake of leaving one of her precious possessions in her desk at school while she went to join Crossing Guard duty. When she returned to her classroom she found her favorite belonging had been broken to bits, scattered all over the classroom floor. To say that she was sad is an understatement.
I thought that I had seen my 12 yr. old breakdown before, but nothing prepared me for her complete devastation.
There were no clear answers as to how this happened. Her best friends were trying to help her, consoling her and sharing stories of when something similar had happened to them. I was immediately 12 again remembering the pain I felt when someone stole something of mine from my desk. All of a sudden these kids that you spend your days with look totally different to you. You're suspicious and hate them all!
I'm sure we'll get more answers on Friday (no school today, Veteran's Day). Is it time to go live in a bubble?
I thought that I had seen my 12 yr. old breakdown before, but nothing prepared me for her complete devastation.
There were no clear answers as to how this happened. Her best friends were trying to help her, consoling her and sharing stories of when something similar had happened to them. I was immediately 12 again remembering the pain I felt when someone stole something of mine from my desk. All of a sudden these kids that you spend your days with look totally different to you. You're suspicious and hate them all!
I'm sure we'll get more answers on Friday (no school today, Veteran's Day). Is it time to go live in a bubble?