I say, “Don’t worry, I can cover your field trip this time.”
He crumbles, covering his face. Weeping.
I ask, “What’s wrong?”
I ask again.
He pulls his hands away, strings of sadness still connecting hand to face.
“You… yelled.. at… me…” he whimpers.
His red eyes meet mine. No 7…
This is a child who needs my patience. More than most, that is. He has so much kindness and goodness in him, but his mom doesn’t believe it. She tells him he’s bad. That he’s dumb. Sometimes he believes her. And my heart breaks. We have at least one morning like this each week. I’m never sure what will trigger him. I was able to calm him this time. I apologized for using a voice he perceived as unkind then reminded him of the importance of following our classroom rules. We hugged, and he walked calmly back to his seat. He began to write in his journal. Found this as I was looking around credits to whoever made this!!