But I've
wandered much further today than I should
And I can't seem to find my way back to the Wood
And I can't seem to find my way back to the Wood
Kenny Loggins- Return to Pooh Corner
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Stevie Nicks- Landslide
Every May I get this sad kind of feeling that
something is about to change. As a psychologist who works with children, this
is when school is over the year, and often times I lose a number of kids to the
summer breeze. The crises that have arisen during the school year have passed,
and now it’s their time to have a little fun. I can hardly blame them actually.
I used to look forward to summer all year long. Almost from the opening bell.
Still, I always feel a little like Christopher Robin
when I say goodbye to the kids. Some of the kids have outgrown me, and won’t
return again. Maybe this makes me more like Winnie the Pooh. I am certainly built
a little more like him. Some kids do come back however, and it’s always
interesting to see how their perspectives have changed as they continue to grow
older and (hopefully) wiser.
The romantic poets thought childhood was the most
magical time of life. Discovering the world for the first time with a sense of innocence
and wonder was an irreplaceable event in their eyes, and many of their works
reflect on the inevitable loss of excitement as children begin to lose their
sense of discovery. It’s a sad outlook, but not altogether untrue.
When I’m saying my goodbyes, I always ask kids what
they’ve learned during our time together, (and yes, I have received ‘nothin’ as
an answer.) Sometimes however I get a truly enlightening answer. And it’s
rarely one I was expecting. In the second part of this exercise I try and tell
kids the things I have learned from them. They are always surprised to hear
this, but never once have I failed to learn something from a child in therapy. They
are all in their own ways little scientists, figuring out the world for the
first time, testing hypotheses, and drawing conclusions. Sometimes these
choices lead to disaster, other times they work out, but in every case there is
some kind of lesson to be gleaned from the experience. That’s my job really. To
listen, treat them with respect and talk about the results of their discoveries.
Sometimes I may interject something they may not have thought of, but in every
case I learn something about the way
children operate in the world.
In the end, it really is a great privilege, and
working with kids does wonders for my own perspective. Much like the narrator
in “Return to Pooh Corner” I sometimes wander too far from my own sense of
play. I get cynical and grumpy, and forget to maintain a sense of gratitude for
all of the good things in my life. That’s when the kids often bring me back.
Which also speaks to the fact that being a parent is
such a tremendous opportunity. It offers a second chance to regain perspective and
truly see the world through new eyes again. What was old becomes new again. It’s
supposed to be one of the great joys of being a parent, but sometimes parents
get lost in the woods as well. Their kids seem ungrateful, they feel unappreciated,
and tempers begin to flare. Families lose their way. Although counseling is
certainly no cure-all for everything, it is one of the ways families can begin
to find their sense of gratitude and appreciation again. It’s a wonderful thing
when it works.
So here I sit, contemplating the approach of June
and summer and my own sense of perspective. I’m retracing some of my own steps this summer. Going
back to the great American west where I had so many wonderful memories as a
young kid in my early twenties just starting out. Maybe I’ll find a little
stardust. Who knows?
What I do know is another school year has passed, and I
have to get ready to say my goodbyes.