Your mouth downturned, sadly hiccuping,
Then wailing, your big tears trailing
Down your cheeks, onto your lips
Your body caves inward
Shoulders tight, arms limp
Knees bent and tucked
Rejection
Centered
Hurt
My
Center
Bellows, stomps
Expands to crush
Those who dare to hurt
My Baby Girl weeping
I gather you up and tuck
You under my chin and hold tight
Willing your pain to become my own

This double nonet was written for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #247 – Center or in Canadian, “Centre”. 😁 I am all caught up with Patrick’s challenge – YAY!
But not-Yay for the “inspiration” for this poem. It’s been a very hard week for “virtual learning” aka “learning from home,” especially for my younger daughter. She misses her friends and dislikes feeling that she is missing out on all the fun stuff of school. Yes, tweens can experience serious FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out). Our Montessori school has been playing “catch up” with technology since they were not a high tech school to begin with. Coupled with some internal dysfunction that often arises during times of crisis, her school wasn’t meeting her needs academically or otherwise.
This made my sensitive girl very upset – she excels in school and the feeling of disconnect was very destabilizing for her. Despite her attempts at communicating with the teachers, nothing was done to address these problems. While I certainly sympathize with the stress and pressure that teachers are currently under, no one – NO ONE – has the right to disregard and disrespect my child.
Mama Bear drank some coffee and readied for battle.
If you are a parent, you know the pain of witnessing your child be in pain, whether physical, emotional or mental. Sometimes they have to endure it – sometimes they should endure it (especially if it is an outcome of a bad decision on their part). But as a parent, if I can protect my child from pain or take it away from them, I do – I have – and I always will.
Maybe this makes me one of those entitled parents. I feel that parents of color (as well as parents of kids with different abilities), when we are advocating for our kids, we are often seen as entitled, demanding, troublemakers. Unsurprisingly, another child (white, female) who was experiencing the same issue as my daughter, had her concerns addressed compassionately and immediately. You don’t want to think about what other factors might come into play, but that is always in the back of my mind. I wanted to make sure my girl knew that even if racism was in play, that she shouldn’t settle for something less than what she deserved.
In the end, we did reach a resolution and hopefully these improvements will be implemented next week.
Mama Bear will be watching…..
****
I could not post this on September 11, 2020 and not pay tribute to the lives lost on this date, 19 years ago. Like most people, I can remember where I was when I heard the news about the first plan crashing into the Twin Towers. I remember everything about that day.
Growing up in New York, I have very fond memories of the Twin Towers. I’ve lain down on the pavement between the towers and watched the sky turn behind the towers, making for a dizzying and awe-inspiring experience (this is what nerdy high schoolers did back in the day). I’ve been to the top and marveled at the busy beauty that is New York City. The news reports, the pictures of the horrors of that day are now also etched in my mind.
9-11-01 Never Forget….

©️ 2020 iido
Homeschooling is a challenge both for kids and parents.
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You’re doing very well mamma bear…. but home schooling is definitely a difficult task for both parents and kids… and of course the kids miss their social interaction with their friends…. my heart goes out you Irma… ((Hugs))
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go Mama Bear … sounds very racial based and that makes my blood boil!
You are doing good and thanks for sharing your memories of NYC 🙂
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Oh, Irma, so many upsetting situations. I sit here in our little overlooked corner of the universe, where we were lucky enough to (so far) contain the virus well enough for the kids to have gone back to school (with masks, hand sanitizers, and smaller classrooms with desks more spaced out, etc), and think of how difficult this all is. Tough enough for parents to worry about whether their kids will be safe in school, but this no-other-option home schooling is so tough on everyone. Your observations about racially based school responses is beyond the pale. When will I be able to stop weeping for mankind? Hang in there, Irma. You’re the best!
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Cute photo, and I love how you describe the Mama Bear!
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Thanks so much!
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As a mom, I trust my intuitions more than anything in this world. If that makes me a mama scary bear, so be it! I will fight whether the world seems it to be entitlement or anything. You did the right thing!! More powers to you and I seriously hope her days/week get better soon. There’s nothing more hurtful than to see our babies sad.
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Thank you for that validation, Pallavi! It has gotten much better so I’m glad I spoke up. Mama Bears Unite! 😁
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