Yesterday I did some running....but not the same kind as Timmy did. The glory of this position is I'm responsible for standards and compliance for programs in the agency that I know next to nothing about. Which means I have a need to visit. So that's what I did first thing in the morning.
But we got interrupted a time or two. It would seem the 13 year old that served as an interruption liked to run around playing 'catch me if you can' with the grown ups. He was doing a fine job of, I must say. I finally got in between him and the adults that were playing (unhappily) along.
Stuck out my hand, I did, introduced myself and asked if he could tell me a bit about school....which, by the way, was already started and why wasn't he in there learning?
"School is dumb. I hate language arts."
Seriously, I hated math. And, ADHD as I acted, I was disruptive and a pain in the teacher's backside.
"Me too. Pain in the BUTT!"
He didn't need a lot of encouragement to talk, and eventually I heard of his incarcerated father and his drug addicted mother...and his heart's desire to go home. He'd had his first visit from his mom in 3 months just the past weekend.
Homesick, no doubt. And scared. I knew that fear. I knew I would stay with my abusive, alcohol addicted father no matter what. I'd lost my birth mother at age five, I couldn't....wouldn't -- REFUSED to lose my father, too. No matter what. I fought extended family that tried to intervene. If I didn't have the only parent I had left, I had nothing....no one...
I told him that.
And that was all it took.
It wasn't me he went to finishing crying on and get the hugs from. I was good with that. It's clear he feels safe enough to do that with the grown ups who no longer had a 13 year old to chase after, but a homesick, scared kid who just needed an ear and a hug.
They were doing that very well when I left. He was in good hands, and I made sure to shoot off an email to their bosses to let them know that.
I'll get a chance...I'll make the chance to drop in and see how Timmy's getting along, if he's making it to school...if he's ceased making folks play 'catch me if you can' ... and if he's liking language arts any better than I grew to like math.
I'll settle for two outta three.