It never seems like enough, when you’re trying to help. I wonder what to say or how to ease someone’s anguish and hurt. What food should I bring over? Should I send a card? Clean their house or offer to watch their children?
And yes, all of that is admirable and helpful, but….
I learned something when I moved from my school district and home. I learned how very simple acts can sometimes make the biggest impact. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy.
I had lived in this town and raised my children there for 26 years. This past year, I moved to a new town and started in a new district. Although I’m a veteran teacher with NBCT under my belt, I felt alone and had lost a lot of my confidence. Frankly, it’s been exhausting. It’s made me realize just how much the simple support of friends and colleagues I had taken for granted. I really missed just knowing people that “got” me, were quietly supporting me each day.
Charlene and I became very close. We had 26 years of sharing each other’s ups and downs. She always knew that if I called her and said, “Hey, can you meet me at Dairy Queen?” that something was wrong. She knew that I needed to talk. That was our code. She always, always would drop everything saying very simply, “Sure, I could use some Dairy Queen,” and then, ” I’ll meet you there in 10 min.”
We’d meet there and by the time I got there, she had beat me, already sitting in the sunniest booth. We’d get our blizzards and then…….. she would listen.
She still listens to me on the phone and it still makes me feel so much better. Although, I don’t take it for granted anymore. Now I just tell her I need a Dairy Queen talk… and sometimes she needs them too and I do the listening. Support in it’s simplest form.
Although…… I do miss our meet-ups at Dairy Queen.