Nilikuwa na aibu ya miaka miwili ya kuwa mama nilipojifunza somo langu kuu kuhusu uzazi. Maelezo haya hayakuchukuliwa kutoka kwa muuzaji bora wa New York Times, daktari wa watoto mashuhuri, au mzazi mwenye uzoefu. Ilitoka kwa mvulana mwenye umri wa miaka 10 aliyezaliwa na mama mraibu wa dawa za kulevya, akiwa na Mpango wa Elimu ya Mtu Binafsi mzito kuliko ensaiklopidia—mvulana mwenye makovu ya kudumu kando ya mkono wake wa kushoto kutokana na kupigwa kwa kamba ya upanuzi alipokuwa na umri wa miaka mitatu.
Kyle [*jina limebadilishwa] alinifundisha jambo moja pekee nililohitaji kujua kuhusu kumpenda mtoto kupitia changamoto za maisha.
Hii ni hadithi yangu…
Ilikuwa ni hatua ngumu. Niliacha familia yangu na marafiki na jimbo pendwa la katikati ya magharibi ambapo niliishi maisha yangu mengi. Nyumba yangu mpya ilikuwa maelfu ya maili mbali na chochote nilichojua. Kulikuwa na joto - wakati wote. Hakukuwa na misimu na kazi za kufundisha zilikuwa ngumu kupatikana. Kwa kuwa na uzoefu wa miaka saba kama mtaalamu wa tabia, nilikuwa na changamoto. Ningekubali kazi yoyote ikiwa ilimaanisha ningeweza kufanya kile nilichozaliwa kufanya—kufundisha.
Nilikubali nafasi ya kufundisha katika darasa la watoto walio na magonjwa mengi ya kielimu. Walikuwa wanafunzi wenye matatizo makubwa ya kujifunza na kitabia ambao walikuwa wamechanganyikiwa kutoka shule hadi shule. Kufikia sasa, hakuna programu katika wilaya iliyoweza kukidhi mahitaji yao yenye changamoto.
Miezi michache ya kwanza ya shule ilikuwa ngumu. Haikuwa kawaida kwangu kulia nilipokuwa nikisafiri kwa dakika 45 hadi katikati mwa jiji. Ilihitaji kupumua sana hata kufungua mlango wa darasa, lakini nilirudi kila siku nikiomba hii iwe siku-mafanikio kwa nafsi moja iliyovunjika.
Asubuhi hii maalum, nilikuwa na msisimko. Mwalimu mkuu mwingine na mimi tulikuwa tumetumia wiki kuwafundisha watoto tabia ifaayo kwa matembezi ya hadhara. Tungekuwa tunaenda kuweka putt na kutoka kwa chakula cha mchana. Kimuujiza, wengi wa watoto darasani walipata pendeleo hili—ni wachache tu ndio hawakupata. Mipango mbadala ilifanywa kwa wanafunzi hao tulipokuwa tukienda shambani.
Tulikuwa na mpango wa kina ili kufanya kuondoka kuwa laini iwezekanavyo. Lakini kutokana na tabia ya kulipuka ya wanafunzi wengi, hata mipango bora zaidi inaweza kugeuka kuwa siki haraka.
Kyle alikuwa mmoja wa wanafunzi ambao hawakupata safari ya shambani, na aliazimia kufanya jambo hilo la kutamauka lijulikane.
Katika korido kati ya madarasa, alianza kupiga mayowe, kulaani, kutema mate, na kuzungusha-bembea kwa umbali usio wa kawaida. Mara tu hasira yake ilipopungua, alifanya kile alichokifanya katika shule zake nyingine zote, nyumbani, hata mara moja kwenye kituo cha mahabusu cha watoto alipokuwa na hasira—alikimbia.
Umati wa watazamaji waliokusanyika wakati wa tamasha walitazama kwa kutoamini Kyle akikimbia moja kwa moja kwenye msongamano mkubwa wa magari asubuhi mbele ya shule.
Nilisikia mtu akipiga kelele, “Piga simu polisi.”
Kulingana na maelezo katika faili ya Kyle, nilijua kuwa maafisa wangempata na kumweka kwenye nambari ya 5150 kwa ajili ya kufanyiwa uchunguzi wa kiakili.
Lakini sikuweza kusimama pale tu. Kwa hivyo nilimfuata.
Kyle alikuwa angalau urefu wa futi kuliko mimi. Na alikuwa haraka. Ndugu zake wakubwa walikuwa nyota wa kufuatilia katika shule ya upili iliyo karibu. Lakini nilikuwa nimevaa viatu vya kukimbia kwa safari ya shambani, na niliweza kukimbia umbali mrefu bila kuchoka. Angalau ningeweza kuendelea kumtazama na kujua alikuwa hai.
Kwa wepesi wa mwanariadha mtaalamu, Kyle alikwepa magari yaliyokuwa yakitembea kwenye njia yake. Baada ya vizuizi kadhaa vya kukimbia moja kwa moja kwenye trafiki inayokuja, alipunguza mwendo wake. Ijapokuwa ilikuwa bado asubuhi, jua la kitropiki lilikuwa likitua kwenye lami nyeusi na kumfanya mtu yeyote awe na wazimu wa kukimbia kwa kasi.
Kyle alichukua upande wa kushoto na akaanza kutembea kwenye jumba lililochakaa. Akiwa amesimama karibu na kompakt ya takataka, akainama na mikono yake juu ya magoti yake. Alikuwa akihema ili apate pumzi. Hapo ndipo aliponiona. Lazima ningeonekana kuwa mcheshi—upande wa mbele wa blauzi yangu nyepesi ukiwa umelowa jasho, nywele zangu ambazo hapo awali zilikuwa zimepambwa sasa kando ya uso wangu wenye rangi nyekundu. Alisimama ghafla kama mnyama aliyeogopa ambaye alidhani yuko peke yake ghafla akagundua kuwa ameonekana.
Lakini haikuwa sura ya hofu.
Niliuona mwili wake ukilegea. Hakujaribu kukimbia tena. Kyle alisimama na kunitazama nikikaribia. Uchovu wangu ulinifanya nipunguze kutembea.
Kyle alibaki kimya.
Sikujua ningesema nini au nitafanya nini, lakini niliendelea kutembea karibu.
Tulifumba macho, na nikataka kila chembe ya huruma na ufahamu moyoni mwangu kuelekea zake.
Alifungua mdomo kuongea wakati gari la polisi liliposimama, ghafla likajaza nafasi kati yangu na Kyle. Mkuu wa shule na afisa mmoja walitoka nje. Waliongea kwa utulivu Kyle ambaye aliingia kwa hiari nyuma ya gari. Sikukaribia vya kutosha kusikia maneno yao, lakini sikuyaondoa macho yangu usoni mwa Kyle. Macho yake hayakuniacha… hata walipokuwa wakiendesha gari.
Siku chache kabla ya Kyle kuruhusiwa kurudi shuleni. Nilishiriki masikitiko yangu kuhusu mabadiliko ya matukio na mtaalamu wa hotuba ya Kyle ambaye alikuwa akifahamu historia ya zamani ya Kyle na hali ya familia.
Akaweka mkono wake juu ya bega langu na kusema, "Hakuna mtu aliyewahi kumfuata hapo awali, Raheli. Hakuna mtu. Walimwacha tu."
Lakini sikuweza kujizuia kuhisi kwamba nilimkosa … kwamba nilipaswa kufanya zaidi au kusema zaidi … kwamba ningerekebisha hali hiyo, au bora zaidi, nizuie hali hiyo.
Hatimaye Kyle alirudi shuleni. Haraka niliona kwamba alipokuwa na chaguo la mwalimu yupi wa kufanya naye kazi au ni mwalimu yupi wa kuandamana naye kwenye madarasa maalum, alinichagua mimi. Kadiri majuma yalivyopita, aliunganishwa upande wangu, akifuata maagizo, akijaribu kufanya kazi yake, na mara moja kwa muda hata akatabasamu. Kwa mtoto aliye na shida kali za kushikamana, ilikuwa ya kushangaza sana kwamba alikuwa akikuza uhusiano nami.
Siku moja tukiwa njiani kuelekea darasa la sanaa, Kyle alinishika mkono bila kutarajia. Haikuwa kawaida kwa mvulana wa umri na saizi yake kushika mkono wa mwalimu wake, lakini nilijua lazima nijione kama jambo la kawaida zaidi ulimwenguni.
Na kisha akainama na kusema kimya kimya kitu ambacho sitasahau kamwe.
“Nakupenda, Bibi Stafford,” alinong’ona. Na kisha, "Sijawahi kumwambia mtu yeyote hapo awali."
Sehemu yangu ilitaka kuuliza, "Kwa nini mimi?"
Lakini badala yake nilifurahia wakati huo—ufanikio usiowazika kutoka kwa mtoto ambaye faili yake ilikuwa na maneno haya: “Hawezi kuonyesha upendo au kudumisha uhusiano wenye upendo na mwanadamu mwingine.”
Mbali na hilo, nilijua hatua ya kugeuka. Mambo yalibadilika siku alipokimbia, na nilimfuata—ingawa sikuwa na maneno sahihi … ingawa sikuweza kumwokoa kutoka kwa fujo aliyokuwa nayo.
Ilikuwa ni siku ambayo sikutupa mikono yangu hewani nikiamua kwamba alikuwa na haraka sana … upotevu wa muda na juhudi … sababu iliyopotea.
Ilikuwa siku ambayo uwepo wangu ulitosha kuleta mabadiliko makubwa.
Miaka kumi imepita tangu nimwone Kyle. Siishi tena katika hali ileile niliyokuwa nayo zamani. Lakini mara nyingi mimi hufikiria juu yake. Ninapotoka mbio ... ninapofikia hatua ambayo miguu yangu imechoka na inauma ... ninamfikiria.
Nami humfikiria wakati matatizo hayo magumu sana ya malezi yananijia—matatizo yanayotokana na ndani na nje ya nyumba—maswala ambayo hunifanya nitake kugonga kichwa changu ukutani au kuupunguza kwa kukata tamaa. Ninamfikiria Kyle katika nyakati hizo ambapo sijui nifanye nini au niseme nini ninapotazama macho ya watoto wangu yenye huzuni.
Hapo ndipo ninapoona sura ya Kyle na kukumbuka si lazima kila mara nipate jibu. Kwa sababu wakati mwingine hakuna jibu wazi.
Na ninakumbuka sikuzote silazima “kurekebisha” mioyo yao yenye shida. Kwa sababu kutakuwa na wakati ambapo siwezi.
Ninamfikiria Kyle na kukumbuka nguvu ya uwepo. Kwa sababu inawezekana kusema, "Sitakuruhusu kupitia hili peke yako," bila kunung'unika hata neno moja.
Asante, Kyle, kwa kufichua ufunguo wa kumpenda mtoto kupitia changamoto za maisha.
Wakati mwingine uwepo wetu tu unatosha.
Wakati mwingine ndicho hasa kinachohitajika kubadili hali ya huzuni kuwa ya matumaini.
Hapa Marekani, wanafunzi wengi wanaanza mwaka mpya wa shule. Pamoja na hayo, masuala ya kijamii, kielimu, na kihisia ni lazima yatokee katika umri wowote. Matumaini yangu ni kwamba tunajiondolea shinikizo na kutambua kwamba si lazima kila wakati “turekebishe” au kutafuta suluhu, bali tuwe pale kwa ajili ya watoto wetu kwa upendo machoni mwetu.

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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.