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FRIENDS OF THE DOLPHIN 
 
 
The Dolphin General invites you,  whatever your race or species, to join in the mission to "save the humans."
 
This page features articles by or about some friends who have made a difference.
 
(Submit your own entry to spch.email@yahoo.com)
 
 
 Friends of the Dolphin                                                Posted March 25, 2009
                             
  Always        
     Ask
       Why
 
 
 by Amanda Gray
 
 
I was new to the school. It was also my first placement. And I was getting complaints.
 
I was teaching children aged between six and eight years. Each child had a disability, each a different range of abilities and difficulties. But it was George*, my seven-year-old student, who was the cause of most complaints.
 
George, it seemed, was leaving a trail of destruction behind him. Children crying after being "whacked."  Children pushed off play equipment. Children avoiding him in fear for their safety. 
 
George was just an aggressive child. Or so I was told.
 
Chatting with his mom I heard a different story.  George was a boy who loved his sister, who loved being with people, who was eager to play with children his age. But he was also lonely and often excluded, to the great distress of his mother.
 
So I watched George.
 
I watched him as he observed other children. Then I watched him as he tried to join in and play. He often pushed his way in, grabbed the toys or disrupted the games. His intrusions were resented.
 
Asking why
"Why did you do it, George?" I wanted to ask. But there was something important I knew about George. He was developing more slowly than his peers. He had little language, and he found it hard to learn everyday skills by watching others. He could learn these skills, but only when they were taught explicitly and repeatedly.
 
He wanted to relate, to belong. But how can you ask to play if you don't have the words? How do you ask for a turn if you can't name what you want?
 
George's language was physical, and it was misinterpreted.  Understandably, people reacted to what caught their attention: the pushing, grabbing and disruption.
 
So George was being punished. Like any other child who misbehaved, he was reprimanded. He was asked to take "time out" to "cool down."  He was being rejected, and regularly visited the principal.
 
But, to George, the principal's admonitions to not hurt others and  keep his hands to himself, didn't make sense.  And "time out" made no difference. When he was sent back to play, he would do exactly the same thing. 
 
He just wanted to play, and he knew no other language to use to get his message across.
 
 
Making changes
Changing a child's behavior requires a supportive community.  So I talked with George's mother, and then sat down with my mentor and all the teachers who worked with George and his same-age peers.  We talked, not about responding to George's aggressive behavior, but about helping George belong.
 
We decided to connect him with children who had similar interests. These would be his buddies. 
 
George's problems happened most often when he tried to play "tips", or "chasies." He saw his peers running around hitting each other, so he joined in the hitting. He had no understanding of the rules or of the difference between "tipping" and hitting.
 
So I joined in with his peers. We talked about the rules. We reminded George when he forgot who was "in." We taught him important words and phrases like "Bar!" and "You're in!"  Not condescendingly, but as one child to another.
 
 
Seeing a Difference 
In the next few months, there was a slow and steady drop in the aggressive events reported to me. No longer avoided, George would excitedly run out to play with his buddies. He had no need to hit and push his way into games.
 
At the end of the year it was obvious that George had outgrown the label of "the aggressive child." The staff at the school even began giving him praise and chatting with him.
 
And on the playground, instead of being awkward and alone, George could be seen playing happily with his buddies.  Instead of receiving complaints, I was getting compliments. But it wasn't just me. It was the whole supportive community. Together we had met George's needs.
 
The highlight came six months after we started the process. One day George's mother came up to me, beaming. She held in her hand George's first invitation to a friend's birthday party.
 
 
Tips for families and teachers 
Children can behave very differently at school than they do at home. The school environment involves more people and quite different social, physical, and emotional demands.
 
To understand what is going on at school can be difficult, and children cannot always articulate what is happening. Talking to everyone involved and watching what is actually happening will be important tools to work out what is going on. 
 
The bottom line is that we cannot change a child's behavior if we are caught up in finding someone to blame or labeling the child. Being supportive and understanding, looking at the context of the behavior not just the behavior itself, will help start the process of change.
 
 
Find more ideas and resources on Amanda Gray's "Learning to be buddies" blog, at http://amandag7.edublogs.org.
 
© Amanda Gray 2009
*Name and some detail changed to protect privacy.
 
 
 
Author Bio:
 Amanda Gray is a teacher at the University of Newcastle in New South Wales, Australia. She educates trainee teachers about working with children who have disabilities. She has just released her first picture book, "Dave is Brave," as an ebook, the first in the "Learn to be Buddies" series.  To learn more, visit  www.learn2bebuddies.com.au.
 
 

 

 Friends of the Dolphin

              Posted February 25, 2009

 

 

Elaine                                                                                                Bruce 

 Marriage Mentoring 101

by Stanley Baldwin 


Bruce Lindsey drives truck for UPS, his wife Elaine is a legal assistant in a law office. They have only one specific qualification to be marriage mentors--a good marriage. "Not perfect," Bruce hastens to add , "but good."
 
When a young couple in the church that the Lindseys attend went to Pastor Ken Drake because their marriage needed help, Drake suggested they meet with Bruce and Elaine.  The Lindseys had never formally mentored anyone before, but they had taught a class of young marrieds in which their style was to facilitate discussion more than to instruct.
 
To provide some resource, Pastor Drake gave Bruce and Elaine a kit entitled "The Complete Guide to Marriage Mentoring" by noted marriage counselors Les and Leslie Parrott. Elaine, in her usual meticulous style, carefully analyzed the contents. Bruce was fine with that, but relied more on his usual "just do it" approach. What young married couples needed was to communicate in a healthy style, and that only required mutual trust and openness, plus a little guidance.
 
The two couples agreed to meet biweekly, away from the children and other distractions. At least once, when the couple arrived, they were not communicating at all, to say nothing of a healthy style. The tension was palpable, the hurt just below the surface.  Bruce responded with his usual easygoing but no nonsense style. Soon the couple was able to open up and by the end of the session everyone was laughing together.
 

Senior Pastor Jim Byrne says that simple compassion, humility, and marriage experience make Bruce and Elaine good mentors. "Some mentors try to do too much. They think it's up to them to fix others. Bruce and Elaine see themselves as facilitators, helping a younger couple to identify an area of need, visualize a healthy resolution, and follow through on a commitment to growth."

"We are just down the road a little farther," says Bruce, explaining why he and Elaine were not intimidated when asked to be mentors. They also think that many other young couples could be spared a lot of grief and perhaps even see their marriages saved if more truck drivers, legal assistants and down-the-road couples from all walks of life would make themselves available as mentors. "And it's rewarding to the mentors too," says Elaine. 

 

 

                                                       
 

 Friends of the Dolphin          February, 2009

       

Make

         God
                 Happy
 
 
 by Petra van der Zande 

 
 I watched as a mother sitting in a row in front of me put an arm around her daughter. The simple, natural gesture touched me. Bill and I had been married for 11 years, knew we could not have children, and didn't miss them. Why was I so moved now? Why did "adoption" pop into my mind?
 
I thought, OK Lord, if this is from you, Bill must bring up the subject.  A few days later, I was flabbergasted when Bill said, "If you desire to become a mother, we can either adopt or foster."
 
Confirmations came from different, unexpected sources. For instance, in a Dutch romance (of all places), I read, "The Lord is looking for empty nests, where He can place children that are 'over' and 'too-much' and are craving for a warm place. Don't fret, but make the Lord happy by giving one of these children a place in your heart and home."
 
There was no pressure; the choice was ours. Would we go ahead? We tried to prepare ourselves emotionally for the big challenge and responsibility. We knew our limitations. God would have to give us the wisdom and grace. 
 
We sent a letter to a Jewish children's hospital in Israel, where we live. We were invited for a meeting. They had a disabled Jewish boy, which in our case could only be fostered, because we are not Jewish.  Born with brittle bones, David had been abandoned at birth. By then he was three and a half, nobody wanted him, and the social worker saw us as his last chance.
 
The long, tiring, difficult and often discouraging process of bonding began. Once a week, after work, we took two busses to visit the hospital. Our Hebrew was very poor, and the children thought our mistakes were hilarious. We'd visit for two hours on David's ward, then take two busses home again.
 
Physically and emotionally it was exhausting. When his favorite volunteer was not present, David refused to leave the ward. Swallowing the hurt of his rejections, we pressed on, believing that the Lord had led us to this child. In time, he learned to enjoy visits to our home, and in December 1991, ten months after we first heard of him, he came to live permanently with us. 

"It is as if someone lit a candle behind his eyes," someone remarked a few months later.
 
That was the beginning of our "foster parent ministry." A year later, a four-year old Bedouin girl named "Alima" came to live with us, followed two years later by her seven-year-old cousin, "Nasira." A three-year-old Arab boy,"Nasri," came in 1997. All three of them were children with special needs.
 
We had good and bad days, many joys, but also much heartache. People often call us 'angels.' We know we are ordinary parents who struggle with anger, impatience, and frustration.
 
Despite our failures and mistakes, our children have blossomed and grown - "living miracles," according to many doctors. As we continue to give them the best life we can, God is the One who keeps us going. "His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness" (Lamentations 3:22-23).
 
Aware we can't do everything but knowing we can do something, we have chosen to provide a home for these special needs children. Because every child needs a mother's arm around his or her shoulders.
 
 I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do. And by the grace of God, I will.  (Edward Everett Hale) 
 
Petra, often writing under the pen-name Christina Boerma, is a full-time foster mother of three Israeli special needs children, as well as a published writer. Originally from Holland, she and her husband of almost 30 years have lived since 1989 in Jerusalem, Israel. Presently she is working on her third Historical novel.