waiting on change
November 16, 2014 § 5 Comments
The language of my son’s academic/emotional needs are largely universal; to be accepted as an individual and included as an essential member of a greater whole. Most of my messages of advocacy for special needs are inclusive, suggestions of compromise that enhance the collective experience of individual classrooms. However, in order to make requests I first spend a burdensome energy validating need; filtering assumptions in a way that informs a clearer image of one child against a larger, more diverse, experience.
It is a seasonal cycle, educating educators and building a team. Some will come to identify my child as a cluster of initials. A rare soul will come to see the child behind the mask of need; these are our gentle warriors, the courageous few who blaze a trail of acceptance that creates change for a new population of students with special needs in a mainstream environment.
This month I welcomed anticipated challenges and began informing the error of assumptions. I was tired and tender, the burden of my responsibility chasing old doubts with new fears. This pressure curves against my thoughts until each breath is a private prayer for wisdom and strength as I endeavor to model compassion and inform confidence with measures of humility for the lessons I too must invite.
Each challenge is an opportunity to impact our community and to aspire to evolve further as individuals. Within this new group of educators, there is a future advocate who will one day soon recognize evidence of need and an administrator who will facilitate support. They will do this to include one child, but in doing so they will enhance an entire community of students.
On the days I grieve the change I cannot yet see, I realize that it is my job to create cause for hope. When it is too easy to count burdens, I remember our blessings in the names of the fearless individuals who have walked beside us each school year and remember that we have just begun to assemble a new team of warriors in a never-ending campaign for change.
scribblechic 
wow – Marie – You touched me deeply by your post, I am delicate when I read such motional and sensitive changes in cycle live. You have the courage, positive energy to proceed your journey with success!
You are too kind. In so many ways these entires are a journal of my journey and a reminder to self, notes on both extraordinary and unexceptional experiences. I hope my children will one day find the fullness of my voice in forgotten memories.
I am speechless and touched – you may create a project in gathering in a small book, I can attach a music. Feel free to reach me at kmihran@hotmail.com
Thank you;
Miran
You want on to speak of faith (next post) but here you are using my favourite word–hope. Yes.
The two are often inseparable in my emotions, a perpetual seeking and knowing.