Somehow though, teaching finds a way to bring things to the surface that I don't think about or haven't thought about in a VERY long time.
This morning my little friend that comes and checks in with me, was mad. Like boiling mad.
She wouldn't hug me or look at me. This anger was directed at me because yesterday I made her follow directions when she didn't want to.
So, even though she is required to come see me in the morning, she didn't want to be here.
Every time I tried to say something, she responded with "I don't care!"
I got down to her level. Without out even thinking, something deep within me came out and said, "I get it. I used to be you. I used to say 'I don't care' because it is a whole lot easier to tell people that you don't care... and to put up a wall then to let them in... because if you let them in, they might just disappoint you... and let you down. So, instead we say we don't care... but really... we really, really do care!"
As soon as it came out, it took me back.
I think back to my early teenage years when I was SO mad at my mom that my family wasn't "normal" because of my parents' divorce... and I would yell, "I don't care!" any time she would give the same explanation as to why we weren't around my dad. Don't get me wrong... my mom made the right choice to leave an abusive marriage, but being a "Daddy's girl" clouded my judgement many times and left me very, very mad.
Throughout the years, I have repeated those words many many times, "Whatever. I don't care." and I learned to keep a stone face. I felt like giving up emotions in front of someone else made me feel like I lost something to them...
Then later, alone, I would cry and scream, and ask "Why?!!" even though no answers would come.
So, yeah... "I don't care" carries a lot more then I ever thought about until today.
She waited until I hugged her good-bye. She didn't hug back, but she was definitely showing that she DID care.