I started my new job as an English -speaking teacher's aide this week. I'm working at two different schools. One is close to home, one is out near where our kids go to school. I've been to both schools now.

Today I was walking home pondering some of the kids who crossed my path this week, especially ones who seem to be a bit out of control. It has been interesting for me to watch the levels of discipline (whether high or low) in the classroom.

I met several children today who are from a subculture in Spain that has a certain reputation. They are often shunned and discriminated against and pigeonholed. They seemed totally disinterested in school in general, and a bit lost in a world of their own creation.

My mind circled around the problems of engaging them when I can only speak to them in English, and at this point their exposure to that has been minimal. I wondered how I can teach them to respect each other, and themselves and me.

I don't know how it will go once I begin interacting with them on a consistent basis. The only thing I know for sure is to pray for them, that somehow I will be able to share the love of the only One who can make them whole.


This Boy of Mine

When Meaghan and Nicolas started taking the metro by themselves to meet up with their ride to school, one of our main concerns was that Nic, (8) would behave for his sister (11). Troy talked to them about teamwork, and Nic took that very, very seriously.

Today, we were on the way home from hanging out with our team. Nic sat across from Troy on the metro, and said "Dad, when we get home, I want to talk to you for a little bit."

Troy raised one eyebrow at me and we exchanged a secret grin. I leaned back and said behind Meg, "What do you want to talk to Dad about?"

"I'm keeping it sort of a secret."

"You only want to talk to Dad about it?"

"Well, maybe you too."

After we got home, Nic followed Troy into the office and solemnly shut the door.

"You know, how when we started on the metro, we did good teamwork? Well, I was thinking that maybe, when Meaghan walks the dog, maybe I can go with her, to do good teamwork. You know, I can make sure no cars are coming, and stuff."

"You want to go with Meg when she walks the dog?"

"Yeah! You know, for good teamwork."

"Do you want to try it right now? OK, well, ask Meaghan what she thinks about it."

"Right now? OK, I'll come back and tell you about what she says."

Exit boy, door closes, more shared smiles between Mom and Dad.

Enter boy.

"She said YOU (Mom) were going to walk the dog now."

"Well, tell her you want to try it out now."

"She said she would think about it."

Enter Meg. Lexi stands up and puts her paws against her, pleadingly.

"Look at her, she is saying PLeeeeeeeeeeeeez, take me out Meg"


Exit girl, boy, dog.

Mom's heart explodes.

The end.