It was almost time to say goodbye. From this moment forward, Karen would no longer be Mrs. Chambers, everybody’s favorite second grade teacher. As the class gathered round, she could do little to quell the silent trickle of tears.
Teaching had been her lifelong dream, and she had excelled at it. Winning numerous awards as District Teacher of the Year, even being spotlighted on a PBS program about the local teachers “that are changing the way our kids learn.”
In the classroom she had always been more than a teacher. Advocate, Confidant, Social Worker being just a few of the many hats she had donned in an effort to ‘cultivate a soil suitable for learning’ in the children entrusted to her care.
It had been a hard wrought decision. Her career had been her first love. Some would say it was her life.
But her son Jordan needed her right now. Without a stay at home parent the rehab facility he had called his home for the last eighteen months would only release him as a ward of the court.
Even her picture perfect standing in the community could not withstand that.
Word Count: 192
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Mrs Chamber is doing the right thing. Son is more important.
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I agree.. I just hope it is not to late. Thank you for stopping by Abhijit.
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Hope she could still help the poor young man. A touching tale, Violet
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Oh I do too Piyali. I hope its not to late.
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Powerful and sad, Violet
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I thought so too CE as the story revealed itself to me.
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Life can give us challenging choice. Perhaps Art Therapy would help Mrs. Chambers son?
I taught preschool ages ago… seems like in another life.
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I just hope help is still within reach for this guy. I get the feeling his mothers special attentions to every kid but him did some long lasting damage.
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I sort of had parents like that…but I survived in spite of them… That’s not to say they weren’t good people, they were just distracted I think priority wise.
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A story that hits at the heart. 🙂
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I don’t really know where it came from, so it evidently needed to be told.
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Inspired stories … where do they lurk till the day comes to tell them? 🙂
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I don’t know. I just enjoy being the portal thru which they enter..
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I keep mine polished and ready at all times. 🙂
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😉
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What a beautiful story about the powerful love a mother has for her child. Really touching.
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Well if that’s what you wanna call it… ok.. Thanks Cubby
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I was biased reading it as it reminds me of someone in a similar situation, though the context is different. I empathize deeply with those in need of intensive care, so my lens was filtered in that light while reading.
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They say its never too late. I am hoping that is the situation here..
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I hope so too.
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And I didn’t factor in the last sentence, which changes everything. Sigh. I see it the way it was intended to be seen now. The story of a mother who cares more about her own dreams and image than her own son is tragic, not beautiful. I have fully woken up from my stupor now.
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Hey you never know, I am sure there are many that would feel she did the best she could. I don’t judge, But I’m glad she wasn’t my mother…
😉 😉
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One wonders if she feels guilty about him being in rehab in the first place, and this is also impacting her decision.
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I hope that’s enough to save him.
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