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I'm an instructional aide for an SDC classroom,
which is children with special needs.
I love what I do.
I love it on days when I feel like I'm helpful,
to get to interact with kids that I feel need me—
need someone patient, kind, and respectful.
I don't have a degree; I'm just a mom who cares.
I was raised in a home with a very abusive father.
My mom passed away when I was a teenager.
I got married in the right place at the right time,
I thought, to the right person. Then something
happened to my husband at the time, and
I can't even really explain what, but he
left me while I was pregnant with our third child.
So here I was, 28 years old, alone, pregnant, and
had two babies that didn't understand why their dad left.
And there were a lot of days
and a lot of times when I thought this was too much.
I'm a good person. I'm doing all the things I'm supposed to.
Why is this happening to me?
It seemed really unfair.
It's so tempting to sometimes turn your back on the whole
belief of God and the peace we should have in knowing Him.
But I wanted to come through the other side a good mom to my kids,
a good example to them.
What do we do with trials when they're handed to us?
How do we get through the difficult times?
I have really come to learn it's the growth we have in
experiencing hardships and sorrows
that helps us know God for ourselves.
My name is Anne Rowe.
I'm an aide at a school for kids with special needs,
and I'm a Mormon.