Curious to know – does this link take you to the PowerPoint of the images taken at Hothorpe Hall? If so, hope it proves useful!
Curious to know – does this link take you to the PowerPoint of the images taken at Hothorpe Hall? If so, hope it proves useful!
Justice and Mercy have met (Psalm 85)
First of all, should I choose to take back to school a little relaxation and renewal, I have a neat little stash of photos of the aforementioned quotes. These can be easily put into a PowerPoint, set to music and used for reflection at the start or end of a staff meeting. A gift!
Secondly, the very first session of Day 1 could, with a little simplification and adaptation, become a one hour workshop for in service training (Inset) or a guided prayer session in a different context.
‘Justice and mercy have met’
There is one key message to take away from this: economical, political and sociological arguments against immigration and asylum seeking tend to omit love. ‘What’s love got to do with it?’ (Tina Turner’s line) – just as with the fallout from Brexit, the Christian message of unconditional love and truth have not been at the forefront of the media’s approach to these challenging issues. We need to raise our game. As Tar pointed out, the message of ‘peace’ is undersold – many consider it to simply mean free from conflict. In reality, peace translates as ‘shalom’ (is this Hebrew?), a sense of wholeness and completeness. Peace is about our relationship with our self; our relationship with others; our relationship with our environment.
Immigration, migration, refugees, asylum seekers – these not just contemporary issues. Using links to scripture, a historical picture of acceptance, rejection and completeness can be visualised – see the photograph of notes herewith. Incidentally, the number three in the Bible equates to completeness, with escalating degrees of completeness from three through 3+4=7, etc; 7×10=70 is REALLY COMPLETE! The scriptures used can be investigated as a class or as groups – for an Inset, I would do the latter. Key references are:
Once these have been explored, further texts can be used to conclude and summarise the key messages. These are:
Incidentally, if you do decide to adapt this for your own training, don’t overlook a key fact – extracts can be dangerous as we can always find ones to match our message; it is probably equally ‘easy’ to find examples to counter these discussions. This was without doubt a strength of Tar’s presentation – it was balanced throughout and fully acknowledged anxieties, fears and prejudice in all societies when faced with an influx of ‘strangers’.
However you choose to do this, if you are able to get Tar to lead this for you, he will be ten times better than I! A warm, inspiring and endearing speaker.
How ‘Family Lives’ works to support parents
Family Lives is a national family support charity providing help and support in all aspects of family life. They are there 24 hours a day, seven days a week, believing that happy children come from happy families. At the time of checking, their home page includes an article about becoming a father for the first time – I can imagine few parents who would not be interested in this insight!
The training session included a personally challenging task when we worked individually on a timeline of our life, charting times of loss, then sharing with our neighbour. It was humbling to hear some of these stories as we explored the impact of loss on children, linked to a parent being in prison, for example (in 2010, 17,240 children in the UK ‘lost’ a parent to imprisonment- explore Action for Prisoners’ and Offenders’ Families, part of Family Lives). From this session I will take back to school two things – the web link http://www.familylives.org.uk for our school newsletter to parents (almost 40% of parents feel no need for further support once they have engaged with this listening, supportive and non-judgemental service), and a discussion with child AB’s learning mentor, about providing him with a diary and art opportunities to give him a forum for expression – I am very concerned about how withdrawn he has become since learning about his father’s sentence.
At a personal level, a key message resonated: loss means change, but it is this change that brings about the greatest personal growth.
Learning mentors and teachers working with children as they deal with loss, could follow possible models which we discussed: ACT and AIM
A Acknowledge feelings (“I can see you’re feeling sad today”)
C Connect with the child
T Tools – what tools do I have to help? (What practical steps can be put in place to support?)
As I write this, just two days on, I am already confused by my notes! Are ACT and AIM used together and individually? If you know, do add a comment in the space below this blog.
I Identify needs
M Move things on
A number of interesting YouTube clips were signposted to us and one of my next steps is to check them out. They are:
Drinking tea (linked to issues of consent)
Dove Evolution Films – ‘A girl from Pisa’ (the effects of photoshop on body image)
If I have any secondary school teachers reading this, it is worth know that Family Lives run a series of workshops for schools, in particular a teenage programme aimed at the growing problem of porn addiction, ‘Planet Porn’. They also offer a programme that covers cyber bullying, name calling, media manipulation and how to stay safe in school – this is worth investigating from Year 6 upwards. If you want to explore any of these further, please contact me via the form below.
The challenges refugee children face and they support they may need
If you believe in human rights (most of my readers do, I imagine), this session could not fail to move you. Originally coming to the UK as a refugee from Zimbabwe, Tesfamhret captured our attention immediately with his first task. Each of us was told we were in group 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5, giving us different identities (as a group 3 member I was six years old). We then had to imagine we had just three minutes to pack five items before having to flee conflict.
At the first checkpoint, you have to bribe the guard to look the other way. What item do you give him? Shortly after that, you cross a minefield – most of you get to the other side safely, but group 3 get separated from their father and don’t know if he made it. Then you need to cross into another country, what item do you give up as a bribe?
Eventually your group makes it to a refugee camp and seeks asylum (incidentally, there is no such thing as a ‘bogus’ asylum seeker – the 1951 United Nations Convention gives each and every one of us the right to seek asylum under a set list of criteria). Group 3 – you are turned away as there is no male of working age in your group able to contribute to that country’s economy. Group 5 (seventeen year olds), you have to prove you are under 18 with the items you have left …
Tesfamhret then asked our group if anyone was an economic migrant, or had an ancestor or descendent who was. There were very few without a link in one or both directions! He made us think further – had anyone present moved from the north of the UK to the south, seeking work? You, too, have migrated.
This thought provoking activity and follow up discussion, then led naturally to the challenges faced by refugees once granted asylum. Incidentally, here is just one upsetting statistic – 48% of the children that the Refugee Council resettle have witnessed murder or abduction of a family member. It is inevitable that a range of barriers face refugee families as they try to rebuild their lives, hopes and dreams: language and cultural differences, trauma, family separation, fear, uncertainty, hostility.
The session continued with discussions about how to support these families (I have extensive notes elsewhere if anyone wishes to know more) and left me thinking that I must clearly identify those in school in particular need (most of ours are economic migrants; we do have at least one family seeking asylum) and focus on whether we are doing enough. The other key fact that I will take back to our context is not to use children as translators – investigate ‘Language Live’, a 24 hour translation service. Incidentally, I may have recorded this incorrectly – a quick search on Google is not bringing it up – please let me know if you have any suggestions.
What would it take to be a school for peace?
Pax Christi is a Catholic group set up in post war 1945, with the mission to build peace not just at a political level. For example, they supported reconciliation in day to day lives between ordinary people in France and Germany. We started off by considering what it means to be a peacemaker, using a passage from Matthew 5: 38-42.
The verse about ‘if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also’ was explored through drama – in first century Palestine, the left hand was considered unclean and it was scandalous to use it against your enemy. This linked into those with power controlling those without; the scripture was neatly interpreted as meaning do not ignore conflict – do something about it (Matt did a much better job of explaining this!).
The next line about ‘going the extra mile’ again links back to the historical fact that Roman soldiers could stop anyone they chose and insist that person carry their bag; counter this request but continuing to walk with the luggage, irrespective of whether the soldier wants it back! Balance the power.
The final line about giving your cloak as well as the requested coat lost me somewhat – my note taking failed to keep up – but basically the entire passage is a blueprint for Christian peace making.
Another workshop activity really made us think, when the story of the Blessed Franz Jagerstatter inspired a task where we had to choose to stand against the ‘violence’ or ‘nonviolence’ wall. This went something like this, resulting in lots of movement to and fro as we considered, and reconsidered, where we stood.
There are many versions of this story online, do find one and read the outcome – I recommend www.catholiceducation.org
We then worked in four groups to decide what peace looks like in a school, using the headings campaigning, solidarity, education and prayer/liturgy, with a variety of practical ideas shared.
All in all, a very thought provoking conference with a number of practical outcomes that can be applied in a range of schools, not just those in the Catholic system. If anyone dares to challenge the cost of attending, reflect on the pricelessness of applying the lessons learnt. Through justice and mercy, we really can make a difference.
Sometimes it is good to look back and reflect that an empty nest is not necessarily a bad thing. Here is a typical day that somehow I found the time to write about when my boys were eleven and five years old …
Arrive at school to collect the boys – it’s a glorious, sunny spring afternoon and they are desperate to play football on the village with their respective classmates. Year 6 versus reception seems a touch unbalanced, so they very fairly distribute the little ones between the two teams. Rather less fairly, Thomas somehow ends up goalkeeper.
Meanwhile, I’m happily chatting away with a group of mums.
Chat turns to the serious business of the cricket / scout lift rota that evening. This becomes so complicated that Heather ends up marching off, scattering the words ‘I can’t handle this’ in her wake.
Joel, who is coming home with us for tea, has forgotten his scout uniform and cricket gear. A minor problem.
Start trying to get the boys off the village green.
3.50, 3.55 and 4.00, ditto.
Still trying to get the boys off the village green.
Start to walk off, leaving the boys on the village green.
Boys run after me, I send Joe back into school to collect his coat.
Finally arrive home.
Knock at the door – Ben and Barry call for Joe.
Load the washing machine.
Joe, Joel and Thomas playing noisily with toy cars in the hall. Start unpacking the lunchboxes and reading bags. Six letters from the school this week: table tennis club (Fridays after school – aaaagh); headteacher’s letter (complaining about the children playing football on the village green); football tournament dates; Year 6 trip to Milton Keynes – letter and consent form; summer term curriculum with all holiday dates. Still, at least none of them are ‘begging letters’, as my sister calls the innumerable requests for money that make their way home (with four kids, she should know!)
Start to enter all the relevant dates from the aforementioned six letters onto the calendar and into my diary.
Knock at the door. Jack calling for Joe. Jack is in the same class as Joe and Joel, so the three of them stand gossiping on the doorstep (so what new can possibly have happened in the one hour 35 minutes since they last saw each other?).
Joe, Joel and Thomas playing football noisily on the landing – sounds like the ceiling will come down at any moment.
Phone rings – Sue from Scouts, ok for the boys to be late.
Try to establish what Joel will eat for tea. If you think my boys are fussy, you should meet this lad …
Start mixing spinach pesto and cream cheese to stuff into plaice for Tim and I … slightly disconcerted by its resemblance to the contents of new born babies’ nappies. Pizza for the kids (what a surprise). Prepare broccoli and jacket spuds.
Bung all into oven.
Commence sorting clothes for cricket / scouts, whilst generally tidying up.
Suspiciously quiet upstairs – open our bedroom door to find all three boys having a wrestling match on the bed, with Jakie Lakie the stuffed gorilla acting as ref. Go ballistic.
Dish up dinner. Tim and I squabble over who gets the plaice with the black bottom decorated with red spots (is this the male or female – any idea?). I lose.
Steve, Joel’s dad, arrives at the front door with missing cricket and scout kit. Chat briefly, but just long enough for my dinner to cool.
The Simpsons start – remind the older boys that they can watch for 5 minutes only.
Suggest the boys get changed for cricket, which they do rapidly – strange how their reactions are so much slower getting into school uniform as opposed to getting out of it …
Drop boys off at Taplow Cricket Club, with bags containing their scout uniforms and strict instructions not to lose or forget anything …
… find Joel’s coat hanging on a peg in our hall.
Unload washing machine, smalls into tumble drier; large items onto clothes horse.
Check e-mail – six this time, someone still loves me …
… reply to a couple.
Do the washing up before getting changed for gym.
7.30 to 8.50
Kick fit work out – new, rather butch looking guy running the class this week, who doesn’t seem to have heard of ‘water stops’ and thinks it amusing to make us do high knee jumps after a particularly tough workout. Come back Neville, all is forgiven.
Arrive at Sainsburys – wow, sandwiches reduced to 10p a pack. I’ll have two of those.
Tumble in the front door in time to unload the tumble and grab Joel’s coat.
Off to collect Joe, Alex, Daniel and Callum from scouts.
Brief respite whilst watching the Scout Leader wield his not inconsiderable power over a group of 30 kids.
Respite ends dramatically upon stark realisation that I have zero power over a group of just four. Remind Joel about his bag of clothes, hand him his coat (which he hadn’t even missed) and see him off with another mum. March my ‘quad’ out and find that for some reason or another sitting on Thomas’s baby seat has developed tremendous cachet. Lighthearted squabbling ensues. Use my fishwife voice to rise above them, before driving off doing the rounds. As anticipated, only Alex thanks me for the lift, although Joe reassures me he always thanks the parents (I wonder…?)
Finally arrive home, Tim greets my arrival with barely disguised glee and escapes to the pub (there’s me thinking his rapture was delighted anticipation of my delectable company). I prepare myself a hefty supper of sandwich plus cereal topped with pineapple, telling myself I need the stamina. Joe wisely gets his own snack, knowing that I go on strike after 9pm.
Joe eventually goes off to his bath (I wonder vaguely whether his filthy legs acquired during that footie match on the green will ever resume their natural colour…?).
Head off for my own bath – drat, water is only luke warm.
Cosily tucked up in bed, I reach for my latest book (Chocolat). Heavy eyelids mean that even three short chapters is too much
Do we measure our value as parents by the quality of adults we create? A recently published book reviewed in this week’s Guardian might well be worth a read (‘The Gardener and the Carpenter’ by Alison Gopnik). If and when I do get hold of a copy, I imagine a lengthier blog may well emerge.
One thing I do know is the whole concept of this blog revolves around life after the nest empties – that painful transition from being responsible for raising babies to that moment when they take flight as independent adults. Summed up quite nicely in this extract from the review.
Cheat blogging – reposting another’s initiative. BUT (note that is a big BUT) this could really help my planning for the Running Club I rashly suggested I would ‘run’ for Y5 and Y6 this autumn. Oh, the foolish things we say the day after the GP says we should exercise more!
Anyway, given that I have no intention of spending 90 minutes lapping the playground in all weathers, a curriculum that covers nutrition, stretching, calculating personal best, sports journalism and, possibly, half an hour of running, does not go against the Trade Description Act.
This really is the easiest recipe for making protein balls There’s literally no cooking or baking involved. All you need is a blender or juicer and a fridge, oh and half a dozen ingredients.
– 1 cup of walnuts
– 1 cup of pitted dates
– 1 tablespoon of coconut oil (melted)
– 1 tablespoon of protein powder
– 1 tablespoon of raw cacao or cocoa powder
– 2 tablespoons of mixed seeds (I used the ones that I sprinkle on my cereal)
optional – cacao/cocoa powder and desiccated coconut
Place all the walnuts into a blender/juicer walnuts then add all the other ingredients and blend for a few minutes, until a sticky dough forms.
Use your hands to roll the mixture into small balls
Optional – sprinkle a baking tray with the cacoa/cocoa power and/or…
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As I seem to have forgotten how to blog, I am sharing an extraordinary blog by another.
Every year I have begun writing something new for our year 6 Leaver’s Service. What I write usually has a theme that runs through it which has been prevalent throughout the year during our collective worship sessions. Key this year has been the idea of being extraordinary. So here are my final words this year for our class of 2016…..
My Leaving Words for the Class of 2016
Some say to be extraordinary you need to achieve the impossible.
But what is this – this impossible?
For us, there are no limits,
All ceilings can be broken through; success is what you make of it,
Obstacles only slow us down, so what is this impossible you speak of?
To be extraordinary….
You need to be unique,
Standing apart from the crowd
A diamond amongst the unpolished jewels.
To be extraordinary…
You need to be brave,
Unafraid when challenge stirs,
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