As I read Harry Potter to my charge we hit at least 10-15 words a day
that he doesn't know. During slow parts of the book I might stop and
add them to a vocabulary list but when we're in fast, intense parts like
the last half of book 4 (we just finished it) I'll summarize it in 15
seconds or, for words like 'astonished," just act it out.
And so it was that he asked me today what "grief" is.
Oy.
Can't think of a time when I've mentioned, heard, felt, explained or
expressed grief as much as I have in the last two weeks. It's one of the
reasons that I decided to provide a safe space for people to process
grief and pain and sadness both with our high school class at church (I
wanted them to not only have that space but also to know that adults are
still processing emotions, including grief, from those killed by cops
and the cops killed by a man, and so if the teenagers don't know how to
feel that is perfectly normal) and with our anti-racism group of adults
at my church.
So it wasn't hard to summarize grief... the
challenge was doing so without mentioned the violence of recent weeks of
which he is (at parent's request) ignorant. So instead I asked if he
remembered how people reacted to Prince dying.
Yes, he said, and when Michael Jackson died, too.
Yes, I said. Some people get mad, some get sad, some want to cry and
some, like the character in the novel (Mrs. Weasley, if memory serves)
was tearless but perhaps wanting to cry but no tears came right then.
Basically, there's no "right way" to express grief, I told him.
Then I remembered something, it was one of the first issues i saw with
my charge, unsure what to do with his emotions and it was about grief.
When he got home in May of 2015, after 3 years in residential clinics,
and when I started working with him immediately, he had just learned
that his grandpa had died and he didnt know how to react to this news
and the emotions, and he laughed. And his mom corrected him that this
was sad news.
And thus my charge "knew" that he should be sad about this.
But how long to be sad? How to express this? These are questions we all face, many of us in recent days.
Each of the 6 kids in the family had been given a bookmark that marked
the life and death of his grandpa. And my charge, not knowing what to do
with that, thought the proper response was to carry that with him every
day to dayhab and that he needed to be sad each time he got home.
And I'm pretty sure that was one of my first lessons to him about this
important topic, namely you don't have to act or look sad if you are not
truly sad. And then he lost the bookmark and THAT made him mad and sad
because he felt like he'd somehow dishonored his family or his
grandfather. And that's when I explained to him that it's ok that's
gone, it was just a way to remember his grandpa.
Do you remember him? I asked.
He did, he said.
That's what matters.
And so today we returned full circle to that topic of grief and how it
comes in all shapes and sizes and types and forms and all are ok.
Teachable moment.... taught.
Scott out.... drops mic.
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