"All men are created equal," is an idea that changed the world.
Yet, despite it being such a lofty principle, special ed teachers like me may have a little difficulty with that “created equally” thing.
It’s because we work with precious kids who might seem to be a little bit “less equal” right from the start.
You see, some of our students are blind or deaf.
Some have broken bodies or are unable to think or communicate.
Some have been abused and have been left to deal with emotional issues.
Many have been affected by alcohol or drugs even before birth.
Virtually all of them have difficulty dealing with traditional school.
So for sure, that “All Men Are Created Equal” thing doesn’t always ring true for us.
I really struggled with this for a long time.
It tested my faith to be honest.
Because often I just couldn’t figure out what God was thinking. I thought He loved us all the same.
Then one particular day at school I began to consider some possibilities at a time when I needed understanding most.
I was working with a young girl in a wheelchair who had multiple disabilities.
In addition to not being able to walk, she also couldn’t hear or speak and had limited vision.
She’d been my student for months now but suddenly one morning my heart began to ache for her.
She started to drool and as I leaned over to wipe her lovely face my thoughts cried out to Heavenly Father.
“Why, Father? Why is this precious young girl living her life like this?
I thought you loved all of your children. Do you love her? She’s perfectly innocent. Why is she like this? I don’t understand you!”
Then, through that angry aching at our Father, from somewhere inside my head, came thoughts or impressions.
Maybe they were things I’d heard or read, or felt. I don’t really know. It didn't really matter.
Right at that moment this is what went through my thoughts.
“Some of these are valiant spirits who volunteered to come to earth in this manner so that “Great things may be required at the hands of their fathers.”
“Some came only to get bodies as they are mighty, proven spirits who didn’t require the lessons of this life.”
“Some are mighty warriors being protected from the adversary who knows them but has no power to tempt them as they now are.”
Slowly a calm feeling began to replace that ache in my heart.
And even though I didn’t know if any of those things were true or even possible, it made no difference.
That wasn't the source of the calm.
Peace came because after those thoughts I was given a great gift of knowledge.
And that knowledge made all the difference. It was true and unshakeable and it's sustained me ever since.
Now I was absolutely, positively, undeniably sure of one thing.
It was simply this.
THERE ARE THINGS WE DON'T KNOW !
Yes, there are facts we don’t have.
But Father has all the facts and he knows everything.
He’s promised that He is a God of justice and will take care of what we see as injustice from our perspective in this life.
WE NEED TO TRUST HIM. FATHER CAN BE TRUSTED.
Father says that he is no “respecter of persons.” He says that all of his children are of equal “value” to him. He says we are all precious and loved by Him.
WE NEED TO BELIEVE HIM. FATHER TELLS THE TRUTH.
Then I thought about the scriptures…… Heavenly Father's thoughts. Isn’t that what they are?
In the Book of Mormon we’re told, “Thou shall not esteem one flesh above another.”
Now there’s an enlightened and life changing idea for you!
That one goes light years past “all men are created equal” doesn’t it?
Blind, deaf, broken or whole. Rich, poor, male or female. Powerful or humble. Strong and healthy or weak and frail. Educated or unlearned. Black, white, red or yellow. Perhaps even born and unborn.
All of equal VALUE.
All esteemed the same by our eternal Heavenly Father and so should be by each of us.
That’s what it says.
Yes, on that day I began to believe that we’ll see each of God’s children restored, their bodies and minds whole.
He made that part of the plan.
I began to believe that great blessings will come to each of my special kids and all will agree that Heavenly Father showed perfect love and perfect justice to every one of them.
Including my beautiful student in the wheelchair.
Love. Justice. Equality.
Opportunity for growth.
Every one of God’s children will have it.
Everyone loved with perfect love. We'll all see it clearly one day.
Knowing that helped me. I hope it helps you too.
A collection of lessons learned by a raggedy old convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
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Thursday, August 30, 2012
Remember the Important Thing
Remember the Important Thing
My very first year of teaching brought me a lesson that became very valuable to me as a parent.
I was teaching 7th and 8th grade math. I was part of a group of eight junior high teachers and four “specials,” as we called them. "Specials" taught art, PE and music.
It was conference time.
At this school Parent teacher conferences were held in the gym. The teachers sat at tables around the edge of the basketball court and chairs for parents were lined up in the middle. There were no set appointments because each student had a different teacher for every subject. Parents waited for an opening with the person they wanted to talk to and then could move on to another.
It was all very efficient.
Well, after many conferences the evening was winding down and I’d had no parents for about 15 minutes. One of the moms sitting and waiting for another teacher came over and sat down to chat. I introduced myself and it turned out that I didn’t have her son in my class. I’d heard about him though.
Soon this Mom began to open up about her son’s teachers and the school.
She expressed in no uncertain terms her displeasure.
All involved with her child were idiots who were trying to push her kid around. They’d done the same thing with her older boy. All the things her sons had been accused of were someone else’s fault.
She’d been down to see the principal several times this year to make sure he knew about his teachers’ stupidity.
Now she was planning to go to the school board to tell them of the principal’s stupidity. They should all be fired. Her husband felt the same way.
Well, I was new at this parent teacher conference thing, but I was very glad that I didn’t have this particular boy in my class.
Sensing trouble on the horizon I tried to make small talk on a more neutral topic. I mentioned that I lived in the area and had a child starting at the same high school where her older boy must be attending. I asked about her older son to see if he might know mine or be trying out for the same teams. Anything to steer the conversation in a more positive direction.
I’ll never forget her answer.
She glanced over to see if there was an opening at the next “idiot” teacher’s table and said, “Oh, he wouldn’t know him. My son quit. He doesn’t go to school anymore.”
I was speechless for a bit and then grateful as she left to see the next idiot.
Food for thought, to be sure.
So I began to think.
This poor young man had been taught powerful lessons about education by his parents.
His entire life would be affected by what he learned from them. How he spends a huge chunk of his time each day, the people he associates with, the type of home he lives in, the car he drives, where he goes on vacation, what he can provide for his own family will all be influenced.
As I sadly thought about this young man I began to get concerned about my own family.
What should my husband’s and my attitude be on this subject with our own kids?
Well, I finally decided that our attitude should be something quite shocking.
It's that the teacher and the school are always right.
Now, being a teacher myself I knew very well that the teacher and the school are certainly not always right.
I myself, was usually wrong at least once before lunch every day.
But I decided that it was important to our children’s future that they think that their parents were solidly behind the school….pretty much no matter what.
Education would be a top priority in our family.
If we had issues with teachers or the school we would deal with it without the kids knowing about it.
I wanted them to believe that even though some teachers will be more skilled than others, they could learn something from all of them. In fact, it was their job to do exactly that.
It was their important job and responsibility to complete all requirements and to get credit for every class.
If there were problems they should deal with it.
A while later I got some feedback on how we were doing with this policy.
On the way home from school one afternoon two daughters were complaining about a teacher and the unfair policies in his class.
From the back seat one child asked me if I agreed. Before I could answer, the other one said, “Never mind…with her the teacher is always right!”
Now I knew perfectly well that the teacher isn’t always right, but my heart went “Woo Hoo!” anyway.
I think it’s crucial for parents to remember something here.
It’s the old, “It’s important to keep the important thing the important thing.”
That's the principle that’s at the heart of this parenting issue.
You see, I don’t have an eternal relationship with the teacher, the school or the principal. It’s not important for me to be “right” when dealing with them. They’ll come and go as the years pass.
I do have an eternal relationship with my children however.
I know that an education and completing school will make a difference in their lives in countless ways.
The prophets have told us how important this issue is to all of us. I believe them.
I also believe a parent’s attitude toward school is one thing that may make a huge difference, maybe even for generations to come.
My very first year of teaching brought me a lesson that became very valuable to me as a parent.
I was teaching 7th and 8th grade math. I was part of a group of eight junior high teachers and four “specials,” as we called them. "Specials" taught art, PE and music.
It was conference time.
At this school Parent teacher conferences were held in the gym. The teachers sat at tables around the edge of the basketball court and chairs for parents were lined up in the middle. There were no set appointments because each student had a different teacher for every subject. Parents waited for an opening with the person they wanted to talk to and then could move on to another.
It was all very efficient.
Well, after many conferences the evening was winding down and I’d had no parents for about 15 minutes. One of the moms sitting and waiting for another teacher came over and sat down to chat. I introduced myself and it turned out that I didn’t have her son in my class. I’d heard about him though.
Soon this Mom began to open up about her son’s teachers and the school.
She expressed in no uncertain terms her displeasure.
All involved with her child were idiots who were trying to push her kid around. They’d done the same thing with her older boy. All the things her sons had been accused of were someone else’s fault.
She’d been down to see the principal several times this year to make sure he knew about his teachers’ stupidity.
Now she was planning to go to the school board to tell them of the principal’s stupidity. They should all be fired. Her husband felt the same way.
Well, I was new at this parent teacher conference thing, but I was very glad that I didn’t have this particular boy in my class.
Sensing trouble on the horizon I tried to make small talk on a more neutral topic. I mentioned that I lived in the area and had a child starting at the same high school where her older boy must be attending. I asked about her older son to see if he might know mine or be trying out for the same teams. Anything to steer the conversation in a more positive direction.
I’ll never forget her answer.
She glanced over to see if there was an opening at the next “idiot” teacher’s table and said, “Oh, he wouldn’t know him. My son quit. He doesn’t go to school anymore.”
I was speechless for a bit and then grateful as she left to see the next idiot.
Food for thought, to be sure.
So I began to think.
This poor young man had been taught powerful lessons about education by his parents.
His entire life would be affected by what he learned from them. How he spends a huge chunk of his time each day, the people he associates with, the type of home he lives in, the car he drives, where he goes on vacation, what he can provide for his own family will all be influenced.
As I sadly thought about this young man I began to get concerned about my own family.
What should my husband’s and my attitude be on this subject with our own kids?
Well, I finally decided that our attitude should be something quite shocking.
It's that the teacher and the school are always right.
Now, being a teacher myself I knew very well that the teacher and the school are certainly not always right.
I myself, was usually wrong at least once before lunch every day.
But I decided that it was important to our children’s future that they think that their parents were solidly behind the school….pretty much no matter what.
Education would be a top priority in our family.
If we had issues with teachers or the school we would deal with it without the kids knowing about it.
I wanted them to believe that even though some teachers will be more skilled than others, they could learn something from all of them. In fact, it was their job to do exactly that.
It was their important job and responsibility to complete all requirements and to get credit for every class.
If there were problems they should deal with it.
A while later I got some feedback on how we were doing with this policy.
On the way home from school one afternoon two daughters were complaining about a teacher and the unfair policies in his class.
From the back seat one child asked me if I agreed. Before I could answer, the other one said, “Never mind…with her the teacher is always right!”
Now I knew perfectly well that the teacher isn’t always right, but my heart went “Woo Hoo!” anyway.
I think it’s crucial for parents to remember something here.
It’s the old, “It’s important to keep the important thing the important thing.”
That's the principle that’s at the heart of this parenting issue.
You see, I don’t have an eternal relationship with the teacher, the school or the principal. It’s not important for me to be “right” when dealing with them. They’ll come and go as the years pass.
I do have an eternal relationship with my children however.
I know that an education and completing school will make a difference in their lives in countless ways.
The prophets have told us how important this issue is to all of us. I believe them.
I also believe a parent’s attitude toward school is one thing that may make a huge difference, maybe even for generations to come.
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