Poor little Raina sits in the corner of the class, right in seat 8, with a sincere pout and tears rolling over her red cheeks. She is trying so hard not to cry, but even among the chaos of 27 kindergarteners, I notice. Mrs. Cloth continues teaching while I crouch beside Raina. “What’s wrong?”
“I miss my Dad.”
I’ve encountered a few criers already. For some 5 year-olds, this is the first week they’ve ever been away from home.
“Well look,” I say, pointing to my watch for this oh-so-teachable moment on how to read an analog clock, “In 15 minutes it will be 3 o’clock. Then you’ll go back to Mr. Hernandes’ class. Then at 3:45, you’ll either ride the bus or someone will pick you up. Does your mom or dad pick you up?”
Her pout grows. There is real pain in her eyes.
She sniffles. “I can’t see my Dad because he’s away for work for 5 months.”
“Oh.” My heart just breaks. “You’re Dad’s in the military.”
She nods.
“Well, just try and sing with us and have a good time, ok?”
She nods.
She does alright the rest of the lesson, continuing to hold back heart broken tears.
I understand missing parents. I really wanted to just hold her and cry with her. Boarding school to moving to the US for college. I know what heart break is. It’s not any less for little ones. It’s probably more.
In retrospect, distraction wasn’t really the best way for me to handle the situation. This one yesterday or my own over the years. No, distraction is no solution; hope is. What if I had said, “Well you know what I think might make you smile? Thinking about how excited you’ll be in 5 months when you see your dad.”
Why would that be better? Because it gives her hope. This hope is not a superficial distraction from a very real pain for this child. It is truth that she can hold onto. This joy may not make the present pain “worth it,” but what joy the thought of that reunion will evoke.
What I learned:
-Give your students hope.
-Give your students truth.