To the Miss Honeys of the World: A Tribute
Reflecting on found family, Matilda, and gratitude for those who create environments of care
“This movie just breaks you,” my ten-year-old daughter said as we sat through the 2022 musical update of Matilda. It was not our first Matilda viewing. Certainly, not my first time welling up over one.
“It’s Miss Honey,” I explained, a familiar lump in my throat over what would become the title character’s favorite teacher. For me, it’s always the Miss Honeys of the world.
If you’ve been reading along these past few weeks, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it was like for many kids raised in restrictive homes, faced with physical discipline, told they must yield their will or face spiritual consequences. (Obviously, for many, spiritual abuse layers in there too.) Over the years, I’ve interviewed a lot of adults who still carry that weight. I also know many who carry histories of abuse from far outside church circles.
Those old scars sometimes never heal quite right.
But if there is promise of healing, if there was a chance at hope or something better, often there was a caring adult at the right moment, a teacher or an aunt, or a Miss Honey-type figure who intervened. Sometimes it was because it was simply the right…
