I wanted to say all of those things. But then I arrived at my job at the Alternative School and got swept up in the bustle of graduation day there. We awarded certificates of completion to twenty one students today. They blew my mind. They do every year. One student, who is 18 and pregnant with twins, has battled chronic mental illness to get to this day. Jewel high-fived our very gifted principal on her way to the podium. Once settled there, Jewel boomed into the microphone, “I have a question for all of you out there. Can you see me?” “YES!” we answered. She paused and said, “Good…because I’ve only seen myself standing here in my dreams”. It went on like that most of the morning. Kids who bounced around foster homes, jail cells, drug treatment facilities, and beds. Our students with Aspergers spoke about finding their way out of their shells, and feeling loved at school. These are our square pegs who have never fit nicely into the round holes offered them by their school districts. They fist pumped and cried. And we cried too.
Our kids come from nine neighboring school districts. Often reps from the districts, social workers, probation officers and therapists join us in this graduation celebration. I noticed a woman in the audience whom I knew had taken a leave of absence from her job as an adolescent therapist and had just recently returned. I didn't know that it was because her high school aged daughter went on a hike with friends, four years ago, and slipped off the edge of a cliff. I don’t know how anyone survives the death of a child. But the mere presence of this therapist/mom at the celebration of other parents’ children was nothing short of an extraordinary gesture of generosity and courage.
Any rambling letter half composed on my morning commute was quickly forgotten. I felt tremendously fortunate for all that I have. And I know that there are places and people in the world who celebrate the successes not always seen by the naked eye. It takes a special perspective and an open heart and mind to see these wins.
Congratulations to the graduating class. It is a true victory to the kids whom have had to fight harder than anyone else to do what most of us take for granted like getting out of bed, being alive or speaking in public. They should be recognized and I truly think what you said here should be shared to the newspaper. They are kids, someone's children and they do deserve recognition. Enough with being on the sidelines of society already!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Paola, as always for your support. Sometimes, honestly, I feel like I'm just whining.
DeleteNo, not whining. It takes a special person to understand. Having to raise my son has made me understand and honestly, I feel like I have been touched by God for sharing that little society of compassion and understanding with me. You totally get it.
ReplyDeleteNo, not whining. It takes a special person to understand. Having to raise my son has made me understand and honestly, I feel like I have been touched by God for sharing that little society of compassion and understanding with me. You totally get it.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Would love to talk with you one day.
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