Just the other day I was with my daughter at the grocery store. I overheard two young mothers chatting about back to school: teachers, classroom assignments and the excitement of getting back into a fall routine.
As I stood in the produce isle deciding on which veggies to throw in my cart, one of the mothers said, "I was hoping Jackie wasn't in Sara's class this year; she's not very nice to the other kids."
It was all too clear. That kid, the one that was disruptive, had melt downs, and probably needed redirection from the teacher, more often than not. The one the who screamed when something didn't go their way and the who laid on the floor instead of in their chair. It was that kid and I was that kids teacher.
I was there to support them. Not only through the melt downs, but first day of school anxieties. The day where all summer routines were thrown out the window, just in time to adapt to a new schedule, possibly new classmates, and a new teacher too.
That kid, who possibly hadn't learned yet how to manage their anger, excitement, anxieties etc. To be honest, that kid yearns to play with your child, but doesn't know how to express that or better yet, approach them.
You see, all kids learn, grow and mature at different rates, and unfortunately it may take some a bit longer. But that's okay, she'll get there, I assure you that. And lastly, that kid possibly didn't get an I love you before she got on the bus to embark on her new journey or even breakfast for that matter.
So, next time your son or daughter is in class with that kid, teach your child to have compassion because everyone in this world, children and adults alike, are doing the best they can and sometimes that looks different to me and you.