Often in this first year of counseling I have been slammed with emotions. Constantly trying to find the balance between empathy and detachment. Somedays I really struggle to leave the kids at work, metaphorically speaking. I know the boundaries in this work are important. I need those lines for the sake of my own mental health.
Yet I get so frustrated at my limitations. I can't adopt every heartbroken kid. Or even my favorites. I can't take that girl to her appointment even though I have a working car and her mother does not. Lines of poverty cross at every turn of this work. Despair too can overwhelm me if I'm not constantly letting go. And even when I do, it can still take me over. I am human after all.
I am finding though, that the struggles I see are not the end of the story. I am finding empathy in these little broken hearts for others in similar situations. I am finding future dreams strong enough to fight for.
A gang kid explaining how he's found friends that don't do drugs and instead make music. Unaware of what incredible progress that is, what a beautiful step towards health that is. A girl who has been through so much explaining how she wants to raise money for kids with cancer using her talents of art and writing.
I am learning that there is more than one way for someone to become more of who they really are. I am learning that these kids remember that one person who loved them well in their lives, a grandmother, a teacher, a pastor, a friend's sister or mother. I am learning the power of looking someone in the eyes and telling him or her that he is totally capable. That the words he writes, and the things he says matter.
I no longer feel alone in this work. If any of you have ever loved a child, you are a hero. You could be the link. That safe place where a kid feels loved and able to dream. I see so much pain, but I am beginning to see the most beautiful little seeds of hope sprouting. It's not the end all success story, but it's enough.
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