Dve leti pred tem, da bi postala mama, sem se naučila največje lekcije o starševstvu. Teh informacij nisem pobrala iz uspešnice New York Timesa, od priznanega pediatra ali izkušenega starša. Prišla je od desetletnega dečka, rojenega materi, odvisni od drog, z individualiziranim izobraževalnim načrtom, debelejšim od enciklopedije – dečka s trajnimi brazgotinami ob strani leve roke zaradi pretepanja s podaljškom, ko je bil star tri leta.
Kyle [*ime spremenjeno] me je naučil edine stvari, ki sem jo resnično morala vedeti o ljubezni do otroka skozi življenjske izzive.
To je moja zgodba …
Selitev je bila težka. Zapustil sem družino in prijatelje ter ljubljeno zvezno državo na srednjem zahodu, kjer sem preživel večino svojega življenja. Moj novi dom je bil tisoče kilometrov stran od vsega, kar sem poznal. Ves čas je bilo vroče. Ni bilo letnih časov in težko je bilo dobiti učiteljsko službo. S sedmimi leti izkušenj kot specialist za vedenje ljudi sem bil pripravljen na izziv. Sprejel bi katero koli službo, če bi to pomenilo, da lahko počnem tisto, za kar sem se rodil – poučujem.
Sprejela sem učiteljsko mesto v razredu za otroke z vrsto vzgojnih diagnoz. To so bili učenci s hudimi učnimi in vedenjskimi težavami, ki so jih premeščali iz šole v šolo. Do sedaj noben program v okrožju ni bil sposoben zadovoljiti njihovih zahtevnih potreb.
Prvih nekaj mesecev šole je bilo težkih. Ni bilo nenavadno, da sem jokala med 45-minutno vožnjo v središče mesta. Za odpiranje vrat učilnice sem morala globoko vdihniti, a vsak dan sem se vračala in molila, da bo to ta dan – preboj za eno strto dušo.
Tistega jutra sem bil navdušen. Z drugo vodilno učiteljico sva tedne učila otroke primernega vedenja za javne izhode. Šli bi udarjati palice in na kosilo. Čudežno si je večina otrok v razredu prislužila to prednost – le redki niso. Za te učence smo poskrbeli za alternativno organizacijo, medtem ko smo se odpravili na ekskurzijo.
Imeli smo obsežen načrt, da bi bil odhod čim bolj gladek. Zaradi eksplozivnega vedenja mnogih študentov pa so se lahko tudi najbolje premišljeni načrti hitro izjalovili.
Kyle je bil eden od študentov, ki si ekskurzije ni zaslužil, in bil je odločen, da bo to razočaranje dal vedeti.
Na hodniku med učilnicami je začel kričati, preklinjati, pljuvati in zamahovati proti vsemu, kar je bilo v dosegu udarca. Ko se je njegov izbruh polegel, je storil, kar je počel v vseh drugih šolah, doma, celo enkrat v centru za prestajanje mladoletnikov, ko je bil jezen – stekel je.
Množica opazovalcev, ki se je zbrala med spektaklom, je z neverico opazovala, kako je Kyle stekel naravnost v gost jutranji promet pred šolo.
Slišal sem nekoga, ki je zavpil: "Pokličite policijo!"
Glede na informacije v Kyleovem dosjeju sem vedel, da ga bodo policisti našli in ga dali v pripor 5150 zaradi psihiatričnega pregleda.
Ampak nisem mogel kar stati tam. Zato sem stekel za njim.
Kyle je bil vsaj trideset centimetrov višji od mene. In bil je hiter. Njegova starejša brata sta bila atletska zvezda v bližnji srednji šoli. Ampak jaz sem na ekskurzijo nosila tekaške copate in lahko sem tekla na dolge razdalje, ne da bi se utrudila. Vsaj tako bi ga lahko imela na očeh in vedela, da je živ.
Z agilnostjo profesionalnega športnika se je Kyle izmikal premikajočim se vozilom na svoji poti. Po nekaj blokih vožnje neposredno v nasproti vozeči promet je upočasnil tempo. Čeprav je bilo še jutro, je tropsko sonce žgalo na črni asfalt in peklo vsakogar, ki je bil dovolj nor, da bi tekel po njem s polno hitrostjo.
Kyle je ostro zavil levo in se začel sprehajati skozi dotrajano nakupovalno središče. Stal je poleg stiskalnice za smeti in se sklonil z rokami na kolenih. Huje je lovil sapo. Takrat me je zagledal. Verjetno sem bila videti smešno – sprednji del moje lahke bluze je bil prepojen z znojem, moji nekoč speti lasje pa so bili zdaj prilepljeni na stran mojega rdečega obraza. Nenadoma je vstal kot prestrašena žival, ki je mislila, da je sama, in nenadoma ugotovila, da so jo opazili.
Vendar to ni bil pogled strahu.
Videla sem, kako se mu je telo sprostilo. Ni poskušal več teči. Kyle je stal in me opazoval, kako se mu približujem. Zaradi izčrpanosti sem upočasnila hojo.
Kyle je ostal pri miru.
Nisem imel pojma, kaj bom rekel ali kaj bom storil, vendar sem se še naprej približeval.
Srečala sva se z očmi in želela sem si vso kanček sočutja in razumevanja v svojem srcu usmeriti k njegovemu.
Odprl je usta, da bi spregovoril, ko se je ustavil policijski avto in nenadoma zapolnil prostor med Kyleom in mano. Izstopila sta ravnatelj šole in policist. Mirno sta se pogovarjala s Kyleom, ki se je prostovoljno usedel na zadnji sedež vozila. Nisem se mu dovolj približal, da bi slišal njune besede, vendar nisem odmaknil pogleda s Kyleovega obraza. Njegov pogled ni zapustil mojih ... niti ko sta se odpeljala.
Šele čez nekaj dni se je Kyle lahko vrnil v šolo. Svoje razočaranje nad preobratom dogodkov sem delil s Kyleovim logopedom, ki je bil seznanjen s Kyleovo preteklostjo in družinskimi razmerami.
Položila mi je roko na ramo in rekla: »Nihče ga še ni nihče prehitel, Rachel. Nihče. Kar pustili so ga oditi.«
Ampak nisem se mogla znebiti občutka, da sem ga razočarala ... da bi morala storiti več ali povedati več ... da bi morala situacijo popraviti ali, še bolje, preprečiti.
Kyle se je sčasoma vrnil v šolo. Hitro sem opazila, da je, ko je moral izbirati, s katerim učiteljem bo delal ali s katerim učiteljem bo hodil v posebne razrede, izbral mene. Tedni so minevali in bil je prilepljen name, upošteval navodila, poskušal opraviti svoje delo in se občasno celo nasmehnil. Za otroka s hudimi težavami z navezanostjo je bilo precej neverjetno, da je razvijal vez z mano.
Nekega dne na poti na uro likovne vzgoje me je Kyle nepričakovano prijel za roko. Za fanta njegovih let in velikosti je bilo nenavadno, da drži učiteljico za roko, vendar sem vedela, da se moram obnašati, kot da je to najbolj običajna stvar na svetu.
In potem se je nagnil in tiho rekel nekaj, česar ne bom nikoli pozabil.
„Ljubim vas, gospodična Stafford,“ je zašepetal. In nato dodal: „Tega še nikomur nisem povedal.“
Del mene se je hotel vprašati: "Zakaj jaz?"
Namesto tega sem preprosto uživala v trenutku – nepredstavljivem preboju otroka, čigar dosje je vseboval besede: »Nezmožna izraziti ljubezni ali vzdrževati ljubečega odnosa z drugim človeškim bitjem.«
Poleg tega sem poznala prelomnico. Stvari so se spremenile tistega dne, ko je zbežal, in jaz sem stekla za njim – čeprav nisem imela pravih besed ... čeprav ga nisem mogla rešiti iz zmešnjave, v kateri se je znašel.
To je bil dan, ko nisem dvignil rok v zrak, ker sem se odločil, da je prehiter ... izguba časa in truda ... izgubljen primer.
Bil je dan, ko je bila že moja prisotnost dovolj, da je naredila veliko razliko.
Deset let je minilo, odkar sem Kyla videl. Ne živim več v isti državi kot takrat. Ampak pogosto mislim nanj. Ko tečem zunaj ... ko sem do te mere, da me noge utrujene in bolijo ... mislim nanj.
In pomislim nanj, ko se soočim s tistimi resnično težkimi starševskimi dilemami – težavami, ki izvirajo iz doma in zunaj njega – težavami, zaradi katerih naj bi z glavo butnila v steno ali jo v obupu sklonila. Na Kylea pomislim v tistih trenutkih, ko ne vem, kaj naj storim ali kaj naj rečem, ko pogledam v zaskrbljene oči svojih otrok.
Takrat zagledam Kyleov obraz in se spomnim, da mi ni vedno treba imeti odgovora. Ker včasih jasnega odgovora ni.
In spomnim se, da mi ni vedno treba "popravljati" njihovih težavnih src. Ker bodo prišli časi, ko ne bom mogel.
Pomislim na Kylea in se spomnim moči prisotnosti. Ker je mogoče reči: "Ne bom te pustil, da greš skozi to sam," ne da bi zamrmral eno samo besedo.
Hvala, Kyle, ker si razkril ključ do ljubezni do otroka skozi življenjske izzive.
Včasih je dovolj že naša prisotnost.
Včasih je ravno to tisto, kar je potrebno, da se mračna situacija spremeni v situacijo upanja.
Tukaj v ZDA mnogi učenci začenjajo novo šolsko leto. S tem se v kateri koli starosti neizogibno pojavijo socialne, akademske in čustvene težave. Upam, da si bomo nekoliko olajšali delo in spoznali, da nam ni vedno treba "popravljati" ali najti rešitve, ampak da moramo biti preprosto tam za svoje otroke z ljubeznijo v očeh.

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a classic example of how CURE comes through CARE ! You cared for Kyle not through words but just by running after him......your Care, your Concern which differentiated you from the mass for Kyle.
As a lifelong educator I want to thank and praise you from the bottom of my heart. There is more wisdom and real teaching knowledge in this essay than in 100 education books. You've also comforted my heart as I once again stay present with a child in a challenging situation. I can't fix anything but I can love him with all of my being.
as a parent of one of those kids, Thank you for loving on them.
Every month for the past 2 1/2 years, my organization, Gina's Team, has driven the 246 mile round trip to present an inspirational program to very troubled teenage girls at a large juvenile facility upstate. We are only there 2 hours (the trip is longer than the event) and sometimes I feel like what we do is a tiny bandaid on a huge, gapping wound. Then we get letters from the girls that say "I look forward to your coming all month," "I know you will come." "Thank you for always being there," We know we can depend on you." Rachel is right. Showing up in the lives of these children is sometimes all we can do but sometimes it is enough. Thank you, Rachel, for reminding me because sometimes I need reminding.
Yes. We all need someone in our corner. Life isn't supposed to be easy, but God didn't create us to be the Lone Ranger. That's a Hollywood Idea. How good to hold the hand of someone who loves us! How good to love and be loved for exactly who and what we are.
i too had this problem during my secondary school days........
Rachel , you did wonders & i really appreciated your initiative to concern the boy and understand his feelings through that you got a solution to help him through his problems . I too had this porblems during my secondary school days especially with my maths teacher who also see me as a troubled student , due to that i really hate the maths subject but other subject i did it well , it is the attitude of the teacher that matters .
Thank you Rachel .
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Yes, most of the times what is needed is just being there,fully, all of oneself.
What a wonderful story. Thank you. Kyle responded to what we all need and want, simply love. Imagine our world if we all cared enough to "run after" someone.
Just when I question what impact I have in my life and on the world I read this beautiful story. Thank you for reminding me that sometimes, perhaps all the time, must being me is good enough.
what a beautiful narration of a heart warming positive act. It is never so important what you can do as what you intend and how sincere your actions are to help others irrespective of success it meets with.
Thank you for sharing. I am crying for Kyle and all the lost souls who dont have an anchor in life. We judge, ignore, shun, lock up, rage at and blame them for the ills of society when most of the time, they just need compassion and support. I take my loving family for granted sometimes until I get a wakeup call like this story to pass on some of the love and understanding I have been handed freely my whole life. I vow to show up for someone today.
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Rachel, bless you for being Present! How fortunate for Kyle that You ran after him, imagine how that felt to him, for someone to show enough care and concern to not let him go. I can see why he loved you; you showed him through Action that you cared. Words mean nothing when one is abused as he was, action means everything.
[Hide Full Comment]One of the most powerful memories I have of teaching within my volunteer project in Belize (I sold my home & most of my stuff to create/facilitate the program) happened at an inner city school with a 12 year old boy whom the teacher told me was always a "problem" and I should simply not bother with him. I work hard to view every person not as a problem, but as a human being. And what I discovered during the lesson was he could not read or write and he'd made it to the 7th grade that way. Not his fault, the fault of a system that failed him in diagnosing his learning difficulty. How frustrating it must have been for him to be in the classroom day in, day out, year after year, without knowing how to read or write. And there are no Special Ed teachers nor paraprofessionals to help him. He probably had a myriad of other problems too.
When I led the discussion about Belizean legends such as Tata Duende the protector of the rain forest, he always raised his hand, or shouted out responses to the questions. But at least he was contributing; true he was trying hard to see what I would say to his mostly flippant answers. I said YES to all of his answers responding, "Oh that is creative. I never heard it told that way before, yes, stories have many versions and ways to be told."
When it came time for the writing, (note: almost All the students in Belize speak English as a second language. Many of the schools do little to NO creative writing, but the children are expected to write an essay and a story based on a proverb or a picture on their National exam to enter high school) I walked around the room encouraging and helping with spelling, sentence structure. I noticed only scribbles on his page, deep scribbles tearing the paper. I leaned down and whispered gently in his ear, "you don't know how to write do you?" Eyes downcast, 'no Miss." "You don't know how to read, do you?" "No, Miss." I leaned in closer touching him on the shoulder, "It's not your fault, let me help you, let's do the story together, you tell it to me and I'll write it down for you." His eyes lit up. And he told me an Amazing story. He was very creative, but his teacher never saw that side, she saw only his disruptive behavior because he always felt less than at school.
When the class was finished with the exercise I chose 5 to share their stories with this class, including the boy I had helped, asking it he would like to tell his story, 'No, Miss, you tell it." And I did, his classmates were astounded at the story he created, his teacher's jaw dropped. The students were patting him on the back saying, "You a storyteller!" He beamed.
As I left the classroom, the teacher followed me asking how I had gotten him to do the exercise, I simply said, "Respect, I treated him like a human being, not a problem."
Bless you Rachel for seeing the hurt human being in Kyle. I am sure he will remember you and be grateful to you for his entire life. You created a turning point, hopefully other teachers followed suit later in his school life.