Over the summer I took a break from my regular way of being in the world. I told myself that for just this time, it was not my job to make anyone learn anything. It was not my job to make sure that broken people were getting better. It was not my job to make sure that all the things got done.
My job number one for the summer was to look at people and pay attention. My job number two was to slow down and pay attention to what was happening in me. If things got done, that was extra bonus, but not number one priority.
Now it is fall, and I don't feel as sure about what I thought I knew, and I have a lot of questions that I wasn't expecting to have.
Before I thought, or I acted like I thought, that it was my job to teach the children "things", and that if I didn't "teach" them they would not learn. That was a really difficult task for me because every time I tried to "teach" them anything, resistance would rise up in them and it seemed like no learning could happen.
Over the summer, in the space of no teaching where I expected to also see no learning, instead I saw boredom, curiosity, creativity and sometimes frustration. When I really stood back I also saw excited girls who wanted to share what they were interested in with me.
It has been hard to watch my broken people suffer, and harder to sit back and not try to fix things and offer suggestions. My only strategy has been to offer unlimited listening, kindness and invitations to be together with them. I will admit that I'm sometimes do stumble back into trying to fix.. But my intention is still to just be.
What I think I'm noticing is a bit harder to quantify. (And I wonder if that is because I'm not as consistent). I feel like I see more peace and a lot more happiness. I know that healing can take a long time, but maybe if I stop carrying around this expectation that a person will "get better", or that they need to be any different than they are right now, we can all share a much better quality of life every day.
All of this makes me wonder...
Is there really something about they way we are trying to "teach" our children that actually makes it harder for them to learn?
Would they be better off if we just got out of the way and allowed them to pursue what interests them?
Are we missing something in our mental health care system (or even our regular health care system) when we are trying so hard to fix people?
What else are we missing?



