That kid…

“Dear Parent:

I know. You’re worried. Every day, your child comes home with a story about THAT kid. The one who is always hitting shoving pinching scratching maybe even biting other children. The one who always has to hold my hand in the hallway. The one who has a special spot at the carpet, and sometimes sits on a chair rather than the floor. The one who had to leave the block centre because blocks are not for throwing. The one who climbed over the playground fence right exactly as I was telling her to stop. The one who poured his neighbour’s milk onto the floor in a fit of anger. On purpose. While I was watching.  And then, when I asked him to clean it up, emptied the ENTIRE paper towel dispenser. On purpose. While I was watching. The one who dropped the REAL ACTUAL F-word in gym class.”

Okay, first, let me clarify. I am not a parent. But I read this article by miss night’s marbles. And I fell in love. I was studying education when my father passed and this article spoke to me. Like really spoke out to me. If you want to read it, click her name. I’ll also post a link at the bottom of the article. I had ‘that kid’ while I was in school. He wasn’t that kid to me, but he was that kid. I understand now why parents always seemed to mad at him.


Blessed Be


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