Today I openly cried in my register period with my class. They have been slightly difficult, since there are 45 of them. But today I decided to share a piece of my heart with them and spoke to them about their fathers. It’s been 9 years now since mine passed away, which is probably why I cried. I’m grateful for an unexplained extended register period.
I had the chance to speak to them about looking at their parents as people with a history which affects the way they think and feel. I encouraged them to show their parents appreciation, to get to know them and to make memories with them. We spoke about abuse and about strained relationships. We spoke about forgiveness and hope for restoration. One of them told me that their father says he doesn’t want them. They are one of the more difficult learners in the class. I would never have known this, had I not chosen to share with them.
My heart broke, but it was also healed because I saw them demonstrate compassion and empathy. I saw them recognise that their teacher is a person with emotions, and I saw them respect that without pity. Today, I set out to challenge my class to see their parents differently, and to appreciate them while they can. Today, I used my pain to show them that it can and does get better, that pain can be a tool to help others. Today, I practised teaching and parenting at the same time.
That’s how I honoured you today dad.
And tonight, I’ll honour you by having lekker food 😉
Miss you 💜