Several years before I became a mother, I was a high school English teacher…and probably inappropriately maternal.
One particular student comes to mind from my first year in the classroom. He demonstrated a gift for the written word. His passion for music was contagious (think drummer). And his family was in the midst of a financial crisis. He always seemed to end our conversations with the same urgent question: How am I going to survive?
But I am a teacher, and – every so often – I struggle with a God complex. I want to save every last one of my students.
As an unmarried, 23-year-old I couldn’t offer him money or a safe home. He did, however, mention that his birthday was quickly approaching. And so I did what any loving woman without children would do.
I celebrated him as my own.
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