I have lead a pretty sheltered life, not without grief, but never without family and friends who were there for me.
I’ve wanted to blog about the last few days of my subbing this year. I’ve want to blog about what I’ve learned from the children, faculty, and staff who’ve welcomed me so graciously. I’ve wanted to share how happy I was to sub this first week of kindercamp and the EC summer program. I’ve wanted to say how watching the toddlers who I met in my first year of subbing are now going into kindergarten. I’ve wanted to tell you how amazing they are and how one little boy thanked me for helping out on their field trip and to say, “I love you.” I’ve wanted to say so much in a post on my blog, but I’ve been waylaid by the news; watching the pain and sorrow inflicted on so many young children, as their parents try to do what’s best for them. I’m not going to touch upon global issues that overwhelm as well. There is much hatred of “the other” in this world. A child of “the other” I am all to familiar about the past that almost annihilated a “people.”
Wherever you may be in the political minefield, kids can’t be the pawn! Kids aren’t a commodity, a bargaining chip. Look around, see what the children you interact with are doing, then think of those who are used as a deterrent to immigration. This is not who we are. This is the wrong turn in the road. There are other ways.
Yesterday we took our rising kinders on a walk to the park. I couldn’t do it justice in this picture. They were joyful, energetic and inquisitive. After climbing, running and jumping around with their friends, we headed back. Their question, “How much longer till we get back to school? Will it be lunch time then?” Those are the questions kids need to ask. NOT “Where is my mama!”