the life of a teacher...

I haven't been so good at blogging - life is so busy with work (teaching 4 years olds), chasing after my toddler, being preggo (and getting bigger by the second), and keeping my house tidy (cause my hubby isn't so good at it). Life!

I do have to share the reason I've been cranky and sad this week. I got a new boy about a month ago. He's been in school before (in an out, all over the place), but clearly he has some family issues tat are causing his anger and other behavior problems (I work at a very low income school so most of my kids have family issues). It's really too much to write - let's just say there were a few days with him where I decided I was going to quit teaching (days filled with hitting, screaming, crying, throwing chairs, etc), but sadly we had to call a government agency to step in and help this child (and his siblings). As much as this litle child has frustrated me (and he has truly FRUSTRATED me), I'm truly distrought over his home life. It's like any other news story we read, but I know this child personaly. It brings me to tears, as I write this, that a grown adult would slap a child across the face - leaving bruising and broken blood vessels and the kick and stomp the child on his back, leaving BLACK bruises and swelling! I realize this child is "something else", although when I talked to one of his parents they called this child "crazy", but he's JUST A BABY!

How can this be? How do children get such f**king crappy (and that's a nice way to put it) parents? Where did we all go wrong? I feel like we ALL have a responsibility to protect and love children. It sent shivers down my spine to but this child on the bus that day, fearful of what he might walk into. How can I help? How can I not love a child who isn't loved? Why do some people have babies they never want and some people can never have babies they deserve? Is there a just God? These babies just need to be loved and told they're loved. It's so simple. So, where did we go wrong?