russell
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Some of you will know that I am very nearly a teacher. Today was the first day when I have had to walk out of class and leave the kids (there was a TA there).
3 weeks ago Evie's mum died suddenly of Cancer. She was in recovery from Breast Cancer but they had missed the fact that she was riddled with secondary Cancer, so she declined very quickly and was allowed home to die. Evie is nearly 8 and the loveliest, funniest child you could imagine.
She clung to me today in class, as I wore the same perfume as her mum did, I didnt know. I felt terrible. She then broke my heart by telling me how much she misses her mum and that she is worried that she will forget what she looks like and all about hearing Daddy cry at night.
I held it together and told her how proud her mum would be of her. I smiled, hugged her and distracted her. Set the class a task and left the classroom to bawl.
God life is cruel -to have to bear that at 7, and to such a lovely child, to never have her mother. It has pretty much destroyed me all day and made me wonder if I am tough enough to do this.
I also have Robbie, whose parents just don't care. He is adorable, but destined to end up with the wrong crowd as he is easily led. I spend time boosting his self -esteem. His parents send him in with hardly any lunch, no coat in the bitter cold, no water or hat in the baking sun and I gather from him they dont really interact with him much -he just plays computer games. He always looks so sad.
It makes me want to pick him up and take him home, and all I can do is try and make the classroom as safe and happy place for him. Teachers hands are tied and we can't interfere without really concrete evidence of abuse or neglect.
Tonight I am in bits, and I should imagine most teachers have to deal with this alot of the time. I know I need to man up but this had really thrown me today. And I have to go back into class
3 weeks ago Evie's mum died suddenly of Cancer. She was in recovery from Breast Cancer but they had missed the fact that she was riddled with secondary Cancer, so she declined very quickly and was allowed home to die. Evie is nearly 8 and the loveliest, funniest child you could imagine.
She clung to me today in class, as I wore the same perfume as her mum did, I didnt know. I felt terrible. She then broke my heart by telling me how much she misses her mum and that she is worried that she will forget what she looks like and all about hearing Daddy cry at night.
I held it together and told her how proud her mum would be of her. I smiled, hugged her and distracted her. Set the class a task and left the classroom to bawl.
God life is cruel -to have to bear that at 7, and to such a lovely child, to never have her mother. It has pretty much destroyed me all day and made me wonder if I am tough enough to do this.
I also have Robbie, whose parents just don't care. He is adorable, but destined to end up with the wrong crowd as he is easily led. I spend time boosting his self -esteem. His parents send him in with hardly any lunch, no coat in the bitter cold, no water or hat in the baking sun and I gather from him they dont really interact with him much -he just plays computer games. He always looks so sad.
It makes me want to pick him up and take him home, and all I can do is try and make the classroom as safe and happy place for him. Teachers hands are tied and we can't interfere without really concrete evidence of abuse or neglect.
Tonight I am in bits, and I should imagine most teachers have to deal with this alot of the time. I know I need to man up but this had really thrown me today. And I have to go back into class

