A Real Inclusion Classroom
It wasn’t the most stellar moment of my teaching career. It was after a winter break, and I asked the students to share what they did over the break. Some had flown to Florida, others had gone to the library, still others had gotten together with friends. Finally, I got to Sara who looked at me sadly and said, “My Mommy had a baby, and I couldn’t go out of the house.” A question that had been intended to be light and cheerful had caused a little child pain. I didn’t ask the question maliciously. Rather, I had made an assumption that, over winter break, children do things. I found out that assumptions are dangerous in a classroom.
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I’ve been asking friends what topics I should write about in this column. While people had fantastic suggestions, which I hope to write about in future months (I’m always looking for more! Hint, hint), a few friends shared a similar idea, and it struck a nerve. My friends’ pain was so real that I needed to share it with you even as I am just as guilty as the next person of doing what I will now describe.
These friends have told me that they and their families are not what is considered the norm in frum Baltimore. Maybe they are leading a single-parent home, perhaps the husband or wife travels two weeks a month to make a living, maybe they have too few or too many children to fit into the average frum household. Their parents may be non-Orthodox or even non-Jewish, they may be of a different ethnicity than the majority. They may be affluent or poor. What all of them have in common is that they, and especially their children, are acutely aware that they are different and that being different is not okay.