My doorbell rang half-an-hour ago. I love my doorbell. It sounds like a classical pianist floating his fingers over the keys in a series of descending runs. Sometimes I ring my own doorbell … just for fun.
A boy of about 11 stood before me. I’ll call him Trevor. I know him a bit. He’s in the Grade 6 class that I miss volunteering in. And he was selling pepperette sausages. I opted for 25 hot ones and 25 honey-garlic. He was pleased.
The moment was also in front of me. Trevor mentioned that all the kids missed me. I was glad and sad. The opportunity was to tell him the entire truth about why I’m not at school right now. Or … just part of the truth. I decided on the whole enchilada.
The first reason is that the school board isn’t allowing any volunteers onsite – just paid staff. Strangely, it wasn’t even tempting to rely on that reason alone. It would have been a convenient out: some officials made the decision. Nothing I can do about it.
No thanks. “Partial” leaves a sour taste in my mouth. So I sprung for reason number two. “I don’t feel safe about being in the classroom. I’m 71, at higher risk for contracting Covid. And there’s no way that 26 kids can stay six feet away from each other in a classroom.”
I love those kids. And taking care of my health comes first. As soon as I told Trevor the truth, I sighed. The truth simply works. Nothing left out. Clean.
I look forward to a future WordPress post about my return to the young ones.
2 thoughts on “The Truth”
hello hello! I am so enjoying your words as always…I don’t blame you for not feeling safe! I am on the fence even to go to the grocery store, I am nervous going into work at the hospital each day! there are young people in our midst that don’t seem to be getting the whole social distancing and social bubbles etc. sigh. is right! there will come a time when things refit for the new world…safely..until then stay safe and be your wise self 🙂
Thank you, Donna. I’m happy with my decision to stay away from school for now. I’m loving the kids from afar.