In my work as an elementary school counselor, children often say things that make me laugh, things that make me feel inspired, things that make me want to weep, and especially lately, things that make me want to bring them home with me. (Really, my husband is completely prepared to come home to a houseful of school-aged children on any given day).
And every now and then a child will say something that rips my heart right out of my chest. Today, a child-- currently living with her step-father but is legally in the custody of Social Services-- looked me straight in the eyes and said this:
You know, it just isn't fair that my mom doesn't come to see me. I see other kids hug their mommies and it makes me so mad. You know what I think? I think that if you are going to lay down with someone and have 1, 2, 3 (she counted off on her fingers) kids, you ought to at least take care of them.
This statement is a perfect example of why I both LOVE and HATE my job.