I miss them. In Canada, I volunteered for years in a class of 12-year-olds. Before that, I was a teacher of blind and low vision kids and teens. I was the visiting teacher, working with one child in a classroom of sighted students.
My favourite word in teaching is “conversation”. That’s what I loved. It didn’t matter the topic as long as there was a light in the child’s eyes.
Some of the kids were short. I was tall. But our eyes were level. And often there was a lovely arched bridge between theirs and mine.
Now … no kids. Oh, I see lots of them on the street but they don’t know me. I’m probably seen as a tourist … here today, gone tomorrow. Actually approaching one second and disappearing the next.
Once in awhile there’s eye contact between a kid and me, maybe a little smile from them. May more of that show up down the road.
I have a challenge. How can I move children back into my life? I’ll sit with that for a few days or weeks. Now is not the moment to problem solve.
I can feel it … a richer life is coming my way
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Oh that seems a challenge! do they have volunteers at the schools there? helping out with English? or maybe a museum?
Maybe helping out with English . I’ll see.