During that first Christmas year before last, Jude and I
had a Guys day and we shopped for Roni and Kim. Eventually, we ended up at
Wal-Mart and looking at the Angry Birds T-shirts. Jude pointed out they had
those new hoodies that looked like superheroes. Before I knew it, I was the
proud owner of a gray and black Batman hoodie. It has never really grown on me
but its super soft and warm enough to help me navigate my days through the
halls of my chilly high school.
I have been on a kick wearing the Batman hoodie with one
of my short sleeve Hawaiian shirts lately. The fleecy feel of the jacket has
been quite comfortable as I have been tolerating this bizarre Savannah weather
and getting over being sick. Frankly, I never really thought anyone noticed. Today
I learned just how wrong I was.
I have this more profoundly disabled kid in a few of my
classes this semester and can see some potential issues so I decided to drop
the MID room to let his case manager, Jason, know and possibly plan ahead.
There were a few other fellow students in the MID room as I chatted with the
teacher. I had barely begun to say anything when I felt the wind almost get
knocked out of me and I was in the grips a giant bear hug.
“I love you, Batman!” was ringing in my ears.
I have just met our newest autistic student, Michael. He
likes Batman. A lot.
“Michael, let go of Mr. Richardson and go back to your
seat,” says Jason. The steel grip does not loosen. I look down and can’t help
but start chuckling. Memories of my days of working with Sparrow wood special
needs campers begin to flood my memories. I wrap my loose arm around Michael
and shoulder hug back. Teacher Robby kicks in.
“Michael, bud, you gotta let go. Can’t breathe.” I get
out. He releases me and still grinning huge. I smile back and respond,” Let’s
do this right and like men do, sir.”I offer my hand and introduce myself.
“Hi,
I am Mr. Richardson and I teach here. You are?”
“I
am Michael and I love superheroes especially Batman!” states Michael with
continued enthusiasm.
Still
smiling, I say, “Dude, I hear you but first things first. Guys just don’t run
up and hug other guys without warning. Guys do hug but they either know each
other first or they ask. We cool?” Somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear
Ron Balthazar from Sparrow wood teaching the “ask before hugging” rule back at
Camp. I laugh to myself.
Michal
looks at me trying to figure out if he is in trouble so I am careful to keep
smiling. A few long seconds and I and I try to steer the conversation back to
my objective.
“Dude can you give me a minute with
the teachers?” and Michael promptly pretends to pass out to my surprise. Jason
begins to applaud and mention how the Oscar is going to Michael. I go on about
my business and eventually Michael gets up and surprise, joins me.
After
I wrap up my teacher business, Michael is not done with me. He has many items
to share and we begin a long, awesome conversation regarding more superheroes,
web shooters, and a mutual love affair with Wookies. We are both laughing and
smiling. I like this kid. A lot.
Bitching
about teaching has become a favorite past time these days especially my lack of
feeling appreciated. This afternoon reminded me that I don’t have to always
feel that way. Sometimes out of the blue, someone or something new can pop into
the scene and remind me of my purpose and just what I have to offer. As a
teacher, I wear a lot of hats. I am a counselor, scheduler, mediator, listener,
cheer leader, traffic conductor, instructor, supervisor, and occasionally and
educator. Today, I inadvertently got to fulfill a life-long dream of being a super
hero so I guess I get to add that to the list now too.
Who
am I?
I’m
Batman…..
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