{"id":328832,"date":"2017-01-05T04:04:23","date_gmt":"2017-01-05T03:04:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/rome-teaching-in-the-outskirts\/"},"modified":"2024-05-16T15:06:04","modified_gmt":"2024-05-16T13:06:04","slug":"rome-teaching-in-the-outskirts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/rome-teaching-in-the-outskirts\/","title":{"rendered":"Rome. Teaching in the outskirts"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"bambinineiguai\"<\/a><\/strong>\u201cA long stint as a primary school teacher \u2013 book curator, Patrizia Bertoncello, starts<\/strong> – \u00a0soon led me to perceive those typical signs of distress which are more present in the peripheries than elsewhere. Often the children themselves talked about it.<\/strong> \u00a0\u201cOnce upon a time there was a flower – <\/em>\u00a0Cristina, seven years old, <\/strong>wrote in class \u2013 <\/strong>her daddy-flower had left them and also mother-flower was not with him since she had so much to do and was very worried. She didn\u2019t have time to listen to him. The flower was a rose with a thousand thorns. There were so many and pricked so much. The flower wanted to befriend the insects of the woods and the other flowers. But when they came close they got pricked so hard and ran away quickly, since<\/em> she stung so much. And nothing <\/em>could be\u00a0 done about it. In the end the rose was always alone and very sad.\u201d<\/em>(1) This is the lucid explanation she herself gave for those repeated pranks in class which isolated her from everyone.<\/strong> Like her, but with different problems, were the numerous children in distress, even in a world like ours that seems to be livable and protective, but not without contradictions and ambivalences weighing on the weaker sections of humanity. At times those institutions which in words advocate the rights of children, in fact, do little about it. Especially those children who cannot count on effective parents or long-lasting family relations are thus left in a sort of shadow zone, affective instability and often lacerating poverty. The lack of protection and real growth opportunities are conditions that certainly are not worthy of a society like ours. This is why I often asked myself how I could give a voice to these \u201cinvisible children,\u201d and contribute to the building of a culture of protection and total respect for infancy. \"IMG-20160703-WA0003\"<\/strong> I started by trying to welcome some of my students with love<\/strong>, and slowly I saw that their tears dried up. I realised that to really \u201cencounter\u201d the world of the little ones, we have to approach each child with attention, and learn to see things through their eyes, making use of all our energies and skills to create important relationships. \u00a0With other operators and professionals driven by the same educative style, I then tried to start up procedures in which the children and their families experience really educational relationships. From this cooperation the idea of a book came up, to narrate not only the stories of the \u201cinvisible children,\u201d but also about good practices and<\/strong> redemptive pathways. \u201c<\/strong>Children in Trouble,<\/strong>\u201d said an oncologist, a social worker, a paediatrician and me, who curated the book, wants to bring out those seeds of hope and positive relations that become in some way, generators of resilience. Through that resource, many children when suitably aided are able to concretise and reach good recovery levels. The same happened to Emma.<\/strong> When she was eight years of age, overwhelmed by the split up of the family she had tried to commit suicide. Recently, after contacting me on Facebook, she wrote: \u201cDear teacher, how I miss you and the many moments we spent together! Do you remember when you read stories to us, taking on the voice of the characters? And the school trip to the sea? These will certainly never be erased from my heart and the love you showed me when all was dark around me. When I was in the hospital after the tragic event, you were there and didn\u2019t ask me why I had done it. You were there, and that\u2019s all. Then I returned to school with those wounds and you made everyone make those bracelets with coloured threads\u2026 but I knew that it was to help me hide those scars I didn\u2019t want others to see\u2026\u201d<\/em>(2) At the presentation of the book <\/strong>in universities and seminars, it was really surprising to see the attention and seriousness of the audience who started to take notice of that child next door, or the one who is begging in the subway or in a hospital ward. They were children who were invisible and now can return to being protagonists of their own future. By Anna Friso<\/em> 1) \u2013 2) – Patrizia Bertoncello \u2013 Bambini nei guai (Children in trouble) <\/a>\u2013 Citt\u00e0 Nuova Ed. 2015, p. 11 and p. 66 <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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