It was great to reconnect with Candi after many years, she brought back a me from 2019 that wanted to see beyond that time...But yet in the circle of life..I arrived back at the same point of start. A quick 20 mins or less than that is all what we took but felt really good.
I stayed back home today for two reasons. One was an appointment to meet Mr R, who teaches AS Level Chemistry, at the school reception. I walked in carrying a million thoughts a whole narrative I had been rehearsing in my head. Things I wanted to demand, explain, clarify and even question. Questions layered with concern, hope, an, all competing for space before I even spoke.....
As I spoke, I touched on what I expect a teacher to inspire not just academic performance, but more. Not every student receives criticism in the same way; some absorb it as motivation, while others quietly withdraw. Today’s children are carrying pressures we never fully had ...to name constant comparison, social media noise, the fear of not measuring up. I said that while I want my child to do well in Chemistry, I do not want that success to come at the cost of her self-belief.
What I was really asking for was partnership. A shared awareness. A willingness to see progress not only in grades, but in how a student shows up willing to try, willing to ask, willing to not meet expectation and try again. I realised, as the words left me, that I wasn’t there to accuse or demand. I was there to advocate. I wanted to make touch base on the fact that sometimes a teacher's guidance can become discouragement if not worded the right way.
I wonder how much of it was clear in my words...Whether my words landed as intention, or dissolved into something else. Conversations like that are never just about what is said, but about what the other person is able or willing to hear. I tried to balance respect with honesty, concern with trust. Still, clarity is fragile when it meets habit..perhaps he heard a parent asking for leniency...perhaps he heard worry without the context of love behind it. Or perhaps he understood more than he showed, storing it away quietly, to surface later in small changes rather than immediate reassurance. I walked away without certainty, and that in itself is uncomfortable. But maybe this part of the process is about release ..saying what needed to be said, and allowing the rest to unfold without control. Trusting that God who is the Maker of all things is still in control and He cares much more about that child he created, perhaps much more than what a parent like me can fathom!!
Some conversations are not meant to conclude.
They are meant to begin something unseen.
And I have to trust that I did my part...God to take it forward !!
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