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Text messages are always welcome when I'm revising tough parts of a piece. (Truth: when I'm really committed, notifications are off and the phone's in another room.) Therefore, when A's text came over my screen wanting to talk when I had time, I had plenty of time. Right then.
Sure. Give me a call, I reply.
A. has been in my student writing group for almost three years now. He's a freshman in high school now, and I wouldn't be surprised if he wants to tell me he needs a break from our monthly group. I say that to him before he can fill me in on the reason for wanting to talk. I think it would be easier for him to have an out, to have an okay, to know that I'd still value him and I know high school can feel intense and overwhelming.
"That's not it," he says. "I'm just in a program now and it's kind of far, so I don't know that I can make it on time."
He explains how he's been hospitalized for anxiety and depression, but he's doing better now. That he's sorry for missing our group last month. That it's one of the best things for me. That writing's where he finds peace and he feels comfortable with our group.
"We will meet whenever you can get there," I tell him, trying to make sure my voice doesn't shake.
And we will.
I don't always know the struggles children like A. are facing, and I'm glad in this case, that I'm making a difference for him.
Here's to #SOLSC,
PS I WILL be writing about whoopie pies and prom dresses for some of you who understand that reference!