So, I made my stand but my knees were about to go out from beneath me because I was shaking so hard. My husband, the dear sweet man, caught me as I re-entered the house. The kids were crying and all talking at once but I was in a tunnel. I prayed hard in those moments. I prayed that God would lead me in the right direction. First things first, I had to snap out of the funk; my kids needed me. I ask my kids what happened at school. My girls were overflowing with information.
A little more back-story to help you understand. I had always been the mom active in her children's education. I was at the school everyday and always knew what was going on with my kids because I asked. The week before, my oldest daughter came home crying. I asked what was the problem and she told me. She had an issue with one of her teachers. I usually allow my children to address their problems but it was something Priscilla could not deal with on her own at twelve years old.
The next day, I went to the school and set the teacher straight. That afternoon, when I picked the kids up from school, Priscilla was crying again. I asked again and she told me that the teacher in question had taken her to the side and scolded her for telling on her. The teacher told my daughter that she had better stop telling her mom everything that happened at school.
I didn't even pull out of the parking lot. I told the kids I would be right back.
I found the teacher and let her know that she had better never tell MY CHILD not to talk to me again or I would have her job. She apologized to me and I walked her bottom out to my van so she could apologize to Priscilla. She did and I thought that was the end of it. Ha!
Back to May 1st. My daughters tell me that the same teacher interrogated them at school that day. She told my youngest daughter Madison that her older brother had molested her and she knew it. Priscilla and Madison adamantly denied these accusations but the teacher told them they were lying and she was going to make sure she got to the bottom of it. The girls asked to call me and she refused their request. She then, called my second son Nicholas and interrogated him. He also denied the accusations but the teacher also called him a liar. She made an anonymous call to CPS. No evidence, no accusation by my children, just a grudge.
You may be thinking that this could never happen in our country but I assure you it happens everyday. Public schools DO NOT adhere to the Constitution. As a matter of fact, they consider your children more theirs than yours. How are they able to interrogate your children without your knowledge or consent? It is a contract. You know, the handbook you sign at the beginning of each school year? Unless you place a parental rights document in their file each year, you and your children are not protected. Scary,huh?
I'll write more tomorrow. Peace, love and God's will.