Since starting school Demetrius has regressed significantly into behaviors he had the first week he came to us.
The other day at breakfast he asked, for the twentieth time since waking up, "Who is going to pick me up from school today?" And I again replied, "I am going to pick you up D."
And then we got to the heart of it... He said, "Do you remember when I went to school (Day Care) and my other Mom was suppose to pick me up, but she didn't, Ms. Jessica did, and she brought me to our purple house..." And he went on to describe in detail, the day he came to us.
Rip your heart out.
And he is so afraid each day when he goes to school, that he won't get to come home. His behaviors, his acting out, his fits, they are all because of this.
So I sent an email today, advocating for him. Because he has already been in trouble a lot. And he already knows he is not liked. And if things don't change, if hearts don't soften. I will pull him.
Being a mom of hurt kids is knowing that you have to step up your game.
I know that Demetrius is a nut, he is crazy.
But he is also the most gentle, loving, kind, and funny kid around. And if people aren't willing to see that some of his behaviors are a result of his story, and his way of protecting himself, then we will move on. Because as his mom, it is my job to protect him and whisper ten million times more that he is precious, and perfect, and that he is good. Because replacing shame and anger with pride and love is my job.