I’m 45 years young. My mother passed away two years ago. I miss my mama EVERY SINGLE DAY! There its out of me, I said it.
I recently ran into a student, now in high school, that I knew in elementary school. He was one of my more challenging students. In fact, he had a new challenge for me everyday. It almost never failed that in the midst of his behavior outburst he would let me know that I couldn’t tell him what to do because I “wasn’t his mama”. This was a daily declaration for this child who lived in a group home with several other children (boys). I remember one particular day vividly; it was one of his most violent of behavior days. One where he had to be removed from the classroom. As I was about to walk back into the classroom,after escorting him out, just to give him a moment of privacy, I saw him put himself into a ball on the floor and heard as he cried out “I want my mama”. My heart sank. I went back in and just stood with him for awhile. So many nights over the past two years, I’m that child and I want my mama.
Thinking about those days a few school years ago reminded me that every time he was cussing and yelling you’re NOT my mama, he was truly feeling I WANT MY MAMA!
#MAMA #BeAwesome
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