Saskatchewan granted us a break this year in the form of another week of summer vacation with the boys. For the past few years, school has been back in session that last week of August. This year, the school year didn't start until after the Labour Day long weekend. While we were thankful for the extra time at home with the boys, it didn't seem to phase the boys too much in how they felt about back to school. As you can see by the photos, Aidan is just taking it in stride...part of his whole 'we'll see what it brings..." type lookout on life. Easton, however, upgraded from finger gun to full on Nerf gun to amplify his point. Nevertheless, he came home from school happy with his teacher, happy about his classmates and clinging to the teacher's promise that she's not about giving homework. (We all know that this is a new teacher ploy to win over the kids the first week...we see right through you, Mme. Teacher.)
I work in a store that, let's face it, caters mostly to women wanting to make their homes more beautiful and eye catching. So, needless to say, the first full day of school being back in session found our store inundated with mommies, coffees in hand, with no kids in tow. Over the course of the day, I heard many conversations based on back to school, including all sorts of complaints on over crowded classrooms, poor teacher choices, decisions to split up kids from their bff's and all sorts of travesties that seem to have conspired against our kids' destiny to become highly educated and well paid members of society. Am I jaded? Absolutely. Not because I don't believe in the value of education or the teachers that make decisions affecting our kids everyday. I am happy with the school my boys go to and consider us very fortunate to have found such a good school as soon as we moved to Saskatoon.
The teachers at our school are genuinely enthusiastic about their jobs and as seen last spring, when we pulled the boys out of school, willing to go above and beyond to make sure that learning continues wherever life takes us.
When I think of school this year, I have the images of schools in Africa in communities where we visited. Children walking long distances on empty stomachs to get an education. Teachers sacrificing their own livelihoods to provide education and a safe place for children to gather and learn.
Below is a photo of Esnaut. She is an amazing woman. She looks about 18 but she is a mother, grandmother and now a teacher. She used to teach for a government run school in her community but when she noticed that many orphaned and vulnerable children weren't able to afford fees or supplies, she decided to make a change. She built herself a house off her own meagre income. A single woman, two children, two grandchildren...and she built a house that neighbours complained was far above what she needed. She had the audacity to build a two bedroom house with a living room. Unbelievable. What does she need with all that room? Well, one bedroom she shares with the grandchildren who now live with her. The other bedroom is literally full of chickens! Believe it or not, she has about 85 -100 chickens at any time in the spare room, complete with sawdust floor and watering stations for the birds to drink. She breeds the chickens and sells them to feed not only her own family...but the 104 children that attend school in her living room.
Yes. I said IN her living room.
When we arrived early one morning, the children were packed into the living room. The couch and chair Esnaut owns are stacked on top of one another in the corner and there are children covering every square inch of her tiny living room. At first, I thought that maybe a few classes gathered at once to meet us but no, this is her every day contribution to her community. She teaches 104+ kids in her own living room every single day. EVERY day! It is incredible! The kids are so well behaved and learn with their grade levels. Every child has a notebook and pencil with their name on it. Every night, before bed, after feeding and taking care of the chickens, Esther writes out the next days' lesson in every child's book. 104 copies of lessons. Every single day.
So, while I think teachers in North America are underpaid and valuable...I can't even explain the beauty of this woman's heart who does something like this every single day.
|Esnaut with her single chalk board from which she teaches .|
|The room is so small that I couldn't back far enough out the door to get all 100+ kids in the photo!|
|An old court room converted by care workers to house the school in Zimba|
|Aidan sits at one of the desks shared by children in a school in Zambia|
|This small school room houses up to 35 kids...every day.|
It also doubles as the care point for the care workers who feed the children that come every day
from throughout the community.