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seafoam*
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6 years ago
And it probably goes without saying that I was even fonder of the boy than I was of his sisters. He held/holds a very special place in my heart, as we spent the most time together (and funny enough, he was the last of the four that I met). We clicked instantly, I don't know what it was.
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seafoam*
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6 years ago
His parents were not good together but they kept gravitating back to each other, and when they were together they'd constantly have verbal fights that sometimes turned physical. As a result, they weren't very attentive and the kids (he has three sisters) often got hurt, either because they unwittingly got in the middle of the scuffle or because they were doing their own thing, left to their own devices. They'd come in on different occasions with dirty hair, diaper rash, a bladder infection, superficial cuts and bruises (the boy once had to get stitches for a deeper forehead wound), and hungry for food and loving attention. They just weren't provided with proper amounts of what they needed. Over the Christmas break last year their parents got in one of their frequent disagreements; this time it was loud enough for a neighbor to hear and be concerned enough to call child services, as they knew four small children lived in the house. So, their mother took them and fled to an adjacent town where a family member lives, and they were pulled out of the school I work at. It was very sudden and unexpected. I had such a hard time after hearing what happened because I loved them so much and had been so touched by their sweet personalities and the sad story of their home life. It's still so hard to let go, to accept I will likely never see them again. I have gotten better at not letting it strongly affect me daily, but it still hurts. I still get emotional sometimes. I still think about them and pray for them multiple times every single day. I know I have no control over what happens to them, that they're not my responsibility and that it wasn't "professional" to get attached, but that hasn't stopped my heart from breaking and my mind from worrying, you know? They meant so much to me; we needed each other for different but fundamentally similar reasons and I will never, can never, forget them. I'm thankful for my memories and photographs but I long for more. This has really shown me children don't have to come from your womb to feel wholly yours.
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LettingSecretsGo · 6 years ago
Oh my goodness this is so sweet. I've been a preschool teacher for three years so I know the kinds of connections that you can build with children. What happened to this little boy, if you don't mind me asking.
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