There's a girl at my middle school with a club foot requiring special shoes. Her shoes are in despicable condition: holes worn, literally falling apart layer by later. She gets free shoes from the hospital, but her mom has to take her to get them. This is the same mother who once came looking for me at the school office - thankfully I wasn't there - after I called her the same day, by coincidence, CPS had showed up at her house. Mom refuses to take her to the hospital, claiming transportation issues, and the hospital can't talk to me due to privacy concerns. I can't talk to mom either, knowing with full confidence that she will beat her daughter if I do. Needless to say, this is an ongoing case that is tugging hard on my heartstrings. Hearing the girl talk about it is bad enough; hearing from her teachers and other staff - the "what are you going to do about it?" questions toward me just pour salt into the wounds. After the CPS report in the fall, she stopped talking to me - her mom reportedly told her to not talk to the nurse anymore - she's seen me twice this week. Today, she came in, in tears, saying her feet hurt and kids were teasing her. Through her tears came the worst question of all: "Can't you get me new shoes?"
Posted by Mrs. Nurse at 13:27