Sad Story

This sad story has nothing to do with Baby Cole. The heartbeat was perfect today. The doctor thinks it has resolved itself. However, hearts aren't a thing to be trifled with (unless you're in middle school? when your "heart" and "love" are pretty trifling on the grander scale) so I have to be watched until the end.

This sad story is about a little boy. A kindergartener. Last week one of my sub jobs had a miscommunication and they weren't expecting a sub, so I sat in the library with 4 other teachers and 1 class and did nothing. all. day. long. In an effort to find me something to do, they had me walk around with this wild boy who couldn't keep still. He hadn't "taken his medicine." Don't get me started on that. I have some opinions.

They wanted me to exorcise the wiggles out of him. Or exercise. It's the same.

We walked around outside and I talked to him as he literally bounced off of trees and fences and kept up a non stop monologue. He asked me why he couldn't push down the trees. He told me how when he got bigger he would push down all the trees. He picked up sticks and I let him throw them (as long as he threw them away from us and over the fence). He was energetic. And he was cute.

He asked if we could climb over the fence. I said no because I didn't want to hurt the baby in my tummy. He said, "It wont hurt the baby!" I replied, "If I fall, it will hurt the baby and I don't want the baby to get hurt."

Then he said, "I don't want my mom to get hurt."
"Why would she get hurt?"

He picked up a cigarette butt.
"You shouldn't pick those up."

"Maybe it's my mom's. I just don't want her to smoke and get hurt."
"Does she smoke?"
"Yeah. And she smokes drugs. She's the only one in my family, and she smokes. My dad doesn't smoke. But she smokes drugs, and I just don't want her to be hurt anymore."

I almost couldn't take it. This boy was so concerned for his mom. He was worried about her, and felt like she was hurting herself. Then he ran as fast as he could and bounced off the bike rack and ran back to me. "I beat you!"

"Yep, you're faster than I am."

I wanted to hug him and take him home. I'm so sorry, boy. Your love for your mom broke my heart. I hope she can see how much you love her. And I hope she doesn't get hurt anymore either.