So, as the awkward tension built in the room, and while on looking parents tried politely to avert eye-contact, I was left with one less than fabulous choice.
I hauled that kid up, gave her a giant bear hug, and made a bee line for the car to the soundtrack of: ” I don’t want to be with you, I love Miss Jenn (who she’s known for a week). I want to stay at school forever.”
I’m a big fan of honest reality… and appreciate Curly Jo’s perspective in her post, Invisible Disability, Trauma, Attachment, and My Pride . Some variation of her story is common for many moms of children from “hard places.”
Do you have a story like this?
We are heading to the Spokane Airport and will arrive in Nebraska late tonight. Our first appointment is at noon Monday. Thank you for your prayers.
Have a wonderful Sunday.
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