| Front cover of the booklet we created. |
A huge success was the group meeting/reception for the
participants last Saturday morning. I was worried no one was going to come, I
wasn’t going to make enough food, no one would want to talk or share-all kinds
of worries. Luckily, everything turned out amazingly. I was even complimented
on my breakfast casserole-making abilities! All of the women loved the booklets
and seemed totally comfortable with getting to know the other participants.
Some of the women knew each other, but others who participated in HIPPY years
ago did not know many of the others. I had all of the women introduce
themselves and where they immigrated from to Canada. It immediately seemed to
spark conversation. The most stunning part for me was the women sharing how
meeting others and reading parts of their story helped make them feel like they
are not alone; that their experiences are shared experiences and they can all
relate to one another. It got a bit emotional and really made me feel like I did
something during this project. At the very least, I brought these women
together to talk and support one another.
| Inside pages of the booklet. |
I am happy with the conclusion of the data collection phase
of my project. There were some ups and downs, but largely I am content with the
way everything went. I never expected the group meeting to go so well, and I am
very happy with it- all but one participant came, several with their children.
During the sharing part, one of the mothers told us about how her home visitor
helped her and her family find somewhere to live after they found out they were
being evicted. They had one week to find somewhere to stay or they would have
to go to a shelter or be on the street. The home visitor went through several
people to find a way to help the family, and they were able to move into
another home. What makes this story so moving to me is that the home visitor
was Beatrice, the woman who has been helping me with the project. So there they
were, sitting across the table from each other, recounting this story from
years ago. They both teared up and every single person in that room could feel
the bond they had together. It showed me how far many of the HIPPY home
visitors would go to help their families (the term they use for the families
they home visit). I had been told about the impact of HIPPY outside of strictly
children’s education, I had sat and listened to these same women tell me
similar stories for the past month, but in that moment, it was utterly clear to
me how much the existence of one little program can change an entire family’s
lives.
(I pulled several sections from my recent project update for this blog post.)
Nice entry.
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