This week Isaac’s prep class is discussing family. It makes perfect sense. It’s accessible and universal for four to five year olds. It lends itself to numeracy and literacy concepts whilst paving the way for discussions about diversity. It allows children to learn that families come in different shapes and sizes. It makes perfect sense. Unless the shape of your family includes a large heart-shaped hole.
When the prep newsletter came home, stating that the coming week would include discussions about family, I talked to Isaac. I told him it was up to him if he wanted to share Xavier with his class. For me personally, sharing Xavier has became an issue with varying shades of grey. There are times I choose to remain silent about him. Not to deny his existence, but to protect his memory. I have become more select regarding who has the privilege of knowing my son.
But when I told Isaac he had a choice, he looked at me in that way only five year olds can and said, “Of course I will include Xavier. He’s my brother.” And I was reminded of the black and white world children live in. There was never any question in his mind. My concerns are not his concerns.
I worry about him having something in his life that sets him apart from the other kids. I worry about him being ostracised or people not believing him. I worry that he will be perceived in a certain light due to his history. I am angry that he even has to deal with something most adults would struggle with. I am concerned that Xavier’s story will be taken home by a child and it will become sensationalistic talk over a stranger’s dinner table. From a selfish point of view, I am worried about people I do not know learning about Xavier and making inevitable judgements before they even have a chance to meet our family.
Yet Isaac takes it all in his stride.
And I am quietly confident the children in his class will too. Children have a beautiful and amazing way of bringing things into their simplest and purest form. Isaac will simply say that he has a brother in heaven.
When Isaac came home the other day, he said used a wonderful turn of phrase – that the class were “celebrating” each other’s families. That he chose to celebrate Xavier. And that’s a beautiful thing, because Xavier is worth celebrating.