I watched him turn and walk away, headed back home to the same disaster he’d just spent the last hour telling me about. I stood in my yard, listening to the yelling. I was sick inside. I wanted to throw up, to get all the pain out and flushed away before it infected me forever.
If you work with children at all, you likely remember the first time you had to call in a suspected case of abuse.
I didn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t deal with the fact that I would never, ever be able to fix this situation. This child trusted me, and yet I couldn’t deliver. I couldn’t protect. I couldn’t save.
That first experience ripped open my heart and, as a direct result, I quit caring as much. For months. Getting close had meant getting hurt and becoming helpless. I had come with handfuls of good intentions and save-the-world ideas. But, I had no idea that beauty isn’t created without pain. [Read more…]