Thursday, June 23, 2011

Woo-hoo, it's over, or has it just begun?

beginning/end
old/new
short/long
steep/flat

Yesterday was the last day of school. Today is the first day of my summer break.
Old memories linger. I will make new memories.
I have a short haircut. I took a long, four mile walk on this breezy summer morn.
As hubby and I hoofed it, we conversed, teased, laughed, enjoyed the paved trail and woodsy area.

High atop a wire,he whistled a wolf-call at me, that ripe tomato colored, plump cardinal. He caught my attention, as did the lone, small, multi-hued cloud in the bright blue sky. I am thankful for this day and so much more.

Yesterday I had to say good-bye to some children who touched my heart and soul. One little boy in particular, so sweet and sensitive with a life-threatening medical condition and developmental issues. Last year, although he was age-eligible for kindergarten, I convinced his mother to leave him with me one more year. She obliged and it has made a real difference, if for no other reason, that he had one more year to enjoy his learning experiences instead of being force fed an education that forces educators to teach to the test instead of individual needs.

I know what Ben needs. He needs someone to understand when he reaches up his arms with wrists that don't rotate, that he needs one more hug. He needs extra time to express himself. He needs someone to be gentle with him, because he is sweet and sensitive. He notes when others are sad and he often misconstrues facial expressions. A firm look does not mean I'm mad; it means "I MEAN IT."

He liked to engage my assisatnt, but he recfognized that one look from me. Then he'd laugh and comply.

He threw himself into my lap at the end of the outdoor graduation and picnic. He was the last to say good-bye. He babbled joyously, "Miss. Linda, I love this picnic, I so happy."

He spied a tear roll down my cheek. He said, "Miss Linda, I so sad. I so sorry."

I so hugged him and told him not to be sorry. He didn't do anything wrong.

I so hope that someone loves him the way I do. He'll be mainstreamed with an aide. He'll struggle. It will be an uphill battle for most of his shortened life.

As hubby and I huffed and chugged our chunky bodies up the last part of a moderate incline towards home, I remembered what my dad told me when I was a kid and we were driving out west. "Keep looking forward. Keep your eyes on the road until I tell you to look back."

I was amazed, when I looked back to see that we had climbed a mountainous road. It didn't seem steep at all while I kept my eyes on the road ahead.

When the road seems too steep, stop and rest, keep your eyes forward and you will look back in amazement whether you are writing, reaching for a goal or living daily life.

10 comments:

Claudia Moser said...

How kind of you to treat Ben with the love he needs!

jabblog said...

These children claim a part of you and you never forget them.

June Freaking Cleaver said...

The Boy has been lucky enough to have a few teachers who "got" him. If he had been in your class, you'd be on his list.

May you enjoy your summer, knowing the difference you made in young lives this year.

And may Ben be able to say "I so happy" many more days.

Val Thevictorian said...

I hope Ben gets hooked up with the right aide for his needs. We have had some great ones, eager and able to form that special bond with the student.

Continue to enjoy your summer!

Thisisme. said...

What a lovely heartwarming post today, Linda. Like you, I feel for little Ben, and I do so much pray that he will get the attention he deserves. Life will not be easy for him, that's for sure. We would all love to see a photo of the new short hair!

Chatty Crone said...

You will have made a huge difference in these children's lives. Have a great summer though - looking forward.

Sioux said...

And THAT is why we teach. Last night I heard on the radio that a large percentage of people hate their job and are planning on quitting. Are these people independently wealthy (for one) that allows them to do this?

I called in (they were asking for calls) and said, "I love my job. I'm a 3rd grade teacher and I couldn't imagine doing anything else." The DJ and I argued a bit; she thought she is the luckiest--job-wise---while I though I was.

Now it's time to rejuvenate, Miss Queen-of-the-Chicken-Soup books. It sounds like you're already enjoying yourself.

Bookie said...

Well done post--again, Linda! I hope Becky reads it today because the end is aimed right at her I think! Enjoy your summer!!!

Lynn said...

Okay, something is wrong, my blogger thingy isn't letting me comment. I think I wrote - Sweet post and you're a doll.

Tammy said...

When I substitute teach, I can pick out the ones who've been "loved" by their teachers. That love shines like a little protective amulet and doesn't leave them even through high school. How wonderful that you gave each other a gift. Love the lesson at the end, too. Enjoy your summer!