The world of Tzu Chi January 2021 (Vol.130)

2021 • 01 58 W hen we met in 2016 in the school, you were the first ‘star child’* under my care. I tried to talk to you, but you were in your own world. You finally responded in your beautiful voice when I used plain and clear language. Your smile that lasted seconds was so pure that I vowed to make you smile always. Your parents tried hard to find ways to help you. They trusted the school totally and co- operated wholeheartedly with the teachers assisting you. I accompanied them to the hospital, rehabilitation centre and attended talks with them. Anything I suggested that could help you, they tried. Their hearts were bound to you. Above all else, they hoped for a smoother path ahead of their child. We tried various ways to help you integrate into society and learn to trust people. During therapy sessions, your eyes followed my shadow to make sure I was not out of sight. Every time you glanced at me, I gave you an encouraging look and was relieved when you finally managed to concentrate on the therapeutic exercises instead of looking out for me. After a home visit and a promised trip to the park, I felt your acceptance. You sat in my car without resistance when I picked you up after therapy. You were so relaxed that you even read a book in the car. In the park, you made an effort to play with other kids and it warmed my heart to see the happy smile on your rosy cheeks. When you were in Primary 1, I held your hand as we walked up the stairs. Eventually you were able to do it on your own. Then you wore the tie that you had been so reluctant to put on. From throwing tantrums in class, you grew into a well-behaved classmate. In the past, I would witness your hysteria and helplessness each time I was notified to go to your classroom. Holding your small trembling hand, I told myself that I would cross this hurdle with you. During the prize-giving ceremony, I held your hand again and walked you up the stage. When I saw you mustering up the courage to receive the trophy from the principal, I knew I could begin my letting go process. When you were in Primary 2, your classmates went back to the classroom while you were still in the toilet. Seeing no one in the hall when you returned, you panicked and cried, “Why have they abandoned me?” My heart broke. I realized, as a star child, you needed friendship to brighten your smile. You had stage fright and disliked holding a pen to write. You were afraid of taking the stairs, going to the toilet and visiting the canteen. You could not stand noisy places.... We shared so many of your first-time experiences together. When you were in Primary 3, you told me, “Teacher, you’re very dark-skinned. Other than you, I don’t like tanned people.” I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I guess I should Translated by Lee Hui Yieng olistic Education Waiting for the Stars to Shine I have never been a parent, but I love every child the same way my parents love me.