Yesterday I got a call from the school notifying me that my sweet daughter was in the health office with a fever and would need to be collected as soon as possible. So, I hurried over straight away. When I entered the health office I was surprised to see that it was a complete health facility with several private sick bays. I was taken into one of the rooms where I found my little girl propped up lovingly on pillows, her shoes had been carefully removed and the nurse was holding a damp cloth to her head.
It was such a stark contrast to the way sick kids were treated at our public school in Australia. There, ill children were sent to rest on a plastic lawn chair behind the teacher's Xerox machine. The front office receptionist monitored them via CCTV.
Our experience yesterday could not have been more different. There was an actual nurse (who, by the way, has the most beautiful, soothing Irish accent) who offered medical advice, walked us out to the car, wrapped a fluffy white towel around my daughter and reminded me to call her if I had any questions or concerns.
Of course, most public schools couldn't afford the space or staff for a complete health centre. But it was the compassion, caring, and kindness shown to my daughter that really impressed me. And those are the things money just can't buy.