The Courage of Children: Boston and Beyond XXXIII
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MAPLE GAIL MCLAREN<br />
KATE LYNCH, TEACHER<br />
Keith Middle School, New Bedford, MA<br />
Most things take courage. Think about it: even something small. Like when<br />
you do not want to get out <strong>of</strong> bed in the morning or do a chore—you have the<br />
courage to do that. St<strong>and</strong>ing up for yourself or another person takes courage,<br />
especially when you do it in front <strong>of</strong> others. We’ve all done these things<br />
before, so when the little voice in your head says, “You’re not enough,” know<br />
that you are.<br />
I used to wonder why all the other little girls at my preschool had dads. Dads<br />
who loved them, <strong>and</strong> were there, <strong>and</strong> were safe. I was only two, <strong>and</strong> he still hurt<br />
me. I don’t underst<strong>and</strong> how a person could do that to a kid. It ruined parts <strong>of</strong><br />
my life <strong>and</strong> my mother’s life that we can’t get back. I remember getting put in<br />
his car outside <strong>of</strong> the police station that my mom had to take me to so I could<br />
visit him. She didn’t know he was dangerous; if she did, she never would have<br />
let him see me. I screamed, cried, <strong>and</strong> tried to tell my mom to take me out. He<br />
wouldn’t even let my mom say goodbye to me. Say goodbye to the girl she was<br />
fighting for. He locked the door <strong>and</strong> watched my mom touch the window to say<br />
goodbye to me as she held back her tears. “Don’t touch my car,” he said.<br />
“Mama! No more Dada! No more Dada!”<br />
I would bite, kick, <strong>and</strong> scream every time we had to leave the house, because<br />
I didn’t know if I was going to have to see him. Let’s say that the kindest thing<br />
he had ever done to me was lock me in a basement for hours in winter as a<br />
two-year-old with my baby brother. I don’t even know that baby brother<br />
anymore. He has to live with the monster who is my father <strong>and</strong> his mother. His<br />
mother said, “I’m going to take you home, Maple,” after I witnessed my father<br />
abuse an animal. She didn’t take me home. She drove around the neighborhood<br />
for an hour.<br />
“I AM STRONG, I<br />
AM LOVED, I AM<br />
POWERFUL, I AM<br />
SMART, AND I<br />
AM CARED FOR. I<br />
AM MAPLE GAIL<br />
MCLAREN. AND<br />
I AM NO LONGER<br />
SCARED OF HIM.”<br />
Sometimes you can’t pretend like everything is fine, <strong>and</strong> sometimes you can’t<br />
put the mask on. When you tell another person what’s happening or what they<br />
did to you, you do something so powerful. If you are scared to tell someone<br />
what is happening to you, I underst<strong>and</strong>. I don’t know how I could even muster<br />
<strong>and</strong> comprehend the words “he hurt me” at two <strong>and</strong> a half. My mom taught<br />
me how to read <strong>and</strong> do math at three <strong>and</strong> four, so I knew that I was worth<br />
more than what he did. That I was worthy <strong>of</strong> respect. You are worthy <strong>of</strong><br />
respect. <strong>Courage</strong> is much more than pushing through something or tearing<br />
down your walls. It’s not letting events, diagnoses, or feelings define who you<br />
are. Max never let leukemia define him; he never let anyone but himself do that.<br />
Max inspired me to never let anyone or anything but myself define who I am.<br />
I am not what he did to me, I am not the trauma, I am not anxiety, I am not<br />
the rumors, I am not “the girl whose dad abused her,” I am not a scared<br />
three-year-old, I never was his daughter, he never was my father, <strong>and</strong> I am<br />
not the result <strong>of</strong> his actions. I am strong, I am loved, I am powerful, I am<br />
smart, <strong>and</strong> I am cared for. I am Maple Gail McLaren. And I am no longer<br />
scared <strong>of</strong> him.<br />
You have courage, <strong>and</strong> I do, too.<br />
Someone at my middle school who I used to be friends with knew about what<br />
happened <strong>and</strong> told one person, if not more. <strong>The</strong>n, it was put in a group chat.<br />
I don’t know how many people were in that group chat, <strong>and</strong> I have no clue if it<br />
was passed on. I faced it, <strong>and</strong> I didn’t hide from it. I had the courage to go to<br />
school the day after my privacy was violated. <strong>The</strong> fact that he has no rights to<br />
see me or have contact with family or friends, even after I’m eighteen, is a<br />
miracle. So many children are forced to repeat that pattern for years with no<br />
supervision or help. I am so grateful that I did get the help I needed!<br />
THE COURAGE OF CHILDREN: BOSTON AND BEYOND<br />
VOLUME <strong>XXXIII</strong><br />
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