I read a poem the other day about the capacity of a mother’s love. I think it was one of those emails that go around and around again, but for some reason this time it seemed more poignant.
What is it about mothers that enable them to fight momentous fights just for the sake of their kids?
And what type of society does it suggest we live in when as a parent we have to continuously fight for understanding.
And can I admit that I am exhausted from all the battles?
Today saw an explosion from the depths of my despair. An explosion directed towards a school and education system that refuses to acknowledge their part in my child’s welfare.
· He doesn’t come from a broken home
· He doesn’t come from a back ground of poverty
· He is well loved and well cared for
· He isn’t spoilt and surely doesn’t get everything he wants
He isn’t recognised as being ‘At Risk’ because of the above and yet he is more vulnerable and more at risk than at any other time in his life.
We had to call the police today on our 9year old son and it broke my heart more than you could ever imagine. Even they acknowledged that if we cannot do something now, our son will face more serious consequences later on, at a time when as parents we won’t have the same ability to advocate for him.
So we start a new battle. One for support, one for finding the necessary resources to help him find tools that arwill enable him to better manage the issues ahead of him.
After all isn’t that we mums do – we continue the fight regardless of how tired, frustrated, or alone we feel.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Being a mum IS the most important job in the world.
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