Today I was reminded of the importance of education. At the start of a new school year there is always a lot of talk about the dynamics of a classroom. How many kids in your class? How many girls? How many boys? Any siblings of previous students? And then there are more sobering stats. Like nearly half of the students in one primary classroom don’t live with their parents. They live with grandparents, aunts, friends…but not their parents. Or three students in the same classroom have a parent in jail. Other teachers joined the conversation. More parents in jail. Several students who live with grandparents. There are children who are dealing with loss and tragedy and grief.
I was heart broken listening about the lives of too many young children.
And then I realized they are exactly where they need to be: school. It is here they will find love no matter what their background is. It is here they will find knowledge. It is here they will find the means to a successful life. And if they are really lucky, they will find a writing workshop where they can find their voice and learn how it can change the world. I find the spark ignited once again to love families who are struggling, to love children who are confused, and to teach students to find the power of their own voices.
Snippets of this quote tumbled around my mind today, so I had to look it up and find it. I thought I should share it here too.
Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.
Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.