We all belong to each other.
In these days of social distancing, my soul and my body miss the daily connections. Specifically, I am aware of the absence of those with whom I engage in my routines. As a substitute teacher, I float around to different schools but because of repeated contact, these students and staff impact me. Our familiarity with one another cultivates trust and intimacy. I am aware of the struggles they bring to the classroom.
We are all adjusting to this new normal. And we are all losing something something. For my friends who receive specialized instruction, school provides a network of professionals who strive to help students build their skill sets. These social workers, occupational therapists, physical therapists and speech pathologists, paraprofessionals, peer buddies and teachers form a “village” to help families help their kids become confident and more independent.
For the families of these students, the quarantine brings about changes in routine which is difficult for many of them, E-learning is not something easily done independently. For the parents, helping their children process the adjustment is challenging.
Parents of these students: I see you. Not literally but in the faces of your children in my mind. I pray for you. Know that I miss them and am a better person for having the privilege of being in their presence.
For the rest of us, consider what you can do to make life a bit easier for families in this situation.
- Ask about food preferences and order a delivered meal for them
- Send them a gift card for pizza delivery
- Send a card to the student
- Offer to run errands for them. Getting away may be difficult for them
- Pray for them
“Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. Don’t be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand.” Phillipians 2:3-4
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Sometimes, too, the bet thing you can do is listen. especially when it drives you mad, ’cause that’s when folks need most to be heard.
I have a happy canine crew,
and they never pout;
but I have some friends who do,
and I have to hear them out.
I have to listen to their woes,
or read complaining emails,
and try not to come to blows
(especially when they’re females).
The whining, yeah, it wears me down,
but they need someone to hear
’bout God (who they think wears a frown)
and all about their fear
that the sky is really falling…
and so I pick up when they’re calling.