I am a high school history teacher and have been for 13 years. I like to think I'm fairly decent at it and I've been able to help some kids along the way. I'm the teacher who doesn't complain about having certain kids in class. I'm there to teach history and I have no need to see any reason to complain. I've been living a spoiled life.
I had to spend today with our severe and profound kids because the male teacher's aide in there is out this week for surgery. These are the severely disabled kids - confined to a wheel chair, limited to no mobility, not able to take care of themselves etc..... There is this one kid who has Down's Syndrome and he has to have a male teacher with him at all times due to his acting out. I was voluntold by my principal I was going to spend the day with them. Needless to say he had a few bad moments today and I got some scratches on my arms and my wrist is pretty sore but with my physical help he was able to do his normal routine.
I doubt I can truly put into words that adequately express how my perspective changed today. I've always been good to "those" kids and would talk to them in the hallway. But I've only seen the good side of them. Today I got to see the whole picture and my heart goes out to them and the people who choose willfully to help these kids as a vocation. Seeing how disadvantaged these kids are and thinking of all the things they will never accomplish or experience will really weigh on your heart. But then as you are dealing with them they look at you and smile it fills you with such.......I don't really know what to say so I'm going with hope and goodness. But it could go from one extreme to another in the snap of a finger. I can honestly say I will never want to do that job in my life. I don't see how those who choose to be in it last.
The purpose of this is to hopefully make you realize that no matter what you kid does they will still have the chance to fix whatever screw up they have. Be very thankful your children are healthy and while baseball is important to everyone on here be thankful that if you have another kid who doesn't want to have any part of baseball they are healthy enough to succeed in anything they do choose is important to them.
Please forgive me if I've worded or phrased anything that may offend someone who has a special needs child because that is truly not my intent. Today opened my eyes to another aspect of life that I'm very thankful nobody in my family is a part of.
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