Caretakers of the Human Soul

There's so many things I could blog about....I've found out being at Central that a school day is filled with tons of learning and surprises.  So there's this particular girl who is always shy, quiet and seems to be trying.  We learned that she has a disability but she is still placed in a regular classroom.  Yesterday I was working with her on developing a web and she finally opened up!!!! I was happy we started off with destiny and found out that she wants to be a model, which is going to be hard because life is hard and she has no clue as to why life is hard.  But then it started happening, at first I didn't know what was going on.  She started shaking and at that point I asked what was going on.  It only got worse, she started convulsing really badly and making loud noises....I didn't know what to do, I started holding her hands but it only got worse.  She was going to fall and the student next to her was really scared, they all were, they didn't know what was going on.   Then she was going to fall to the floor and something clicked inside of me.  I moved the desk and got next to her...I held her and helped on to the floor.  My heart stopped for the minutes I was holding her and she started bleeding and her eyes got full of blood.  I honestly thought she was having a stroke in my arms...it was heartbreaking to feel that she was in such pain and I couldn't help her, I didn't know how.  I only did what I could and held her in my arms until it was over, tears ran down my cheeks for the girl who was viciously shaking and vomiting blood but I didn't care all I wanted was for it to be over.  When it was finally over the students in the classroom were scared, they didn't know what was going on and I had forgotten they existed.  The nurse was called by the teacher and she came.  She said she suffered from seizures and that she was going to be okay.  I didn't want to let her go and put her on the floor, I waited for it to be all over and helped her onto her desk.  Our students were moved into another classroom because they were in shock.  We couldn't get in contact with her mom or her brother, when we finally did we had already called the ambulance.  After about an hour she was taken to the hospital.  I met her mom and all I could do was assure her that when it happened I was there.  I felt connected to this mother, her daughter was vulnerable and I'm so glad I could be there to help.  She told me that last time it happened, it happened outside of school grounds and she broke one side of her face because she fell on the pavement.  That story broke my heart, for something like this to happen and as a mother not being able to be there do for your daughter.

It is then that I am satisfied with being a mother, that I find some answers to why I want to be a teacher.  We are caretakers of the human soul, yes it is true; I was a witness of this yesterday.  School is a second home and I don't mind playing the part of a warming, comforting and welcoming mother.  I am by no means a hero, all I am is a mother who thought of her daughter and did what I would have done if she was my child.