"Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground." - Rumi
Hello out there. I'm sitting at my desk, looking out at 18 empty student desks this morning. They are all at a retreat at Camp Shamineau and I will spend the rest of my morning trying to focus on planning and preparing for the next full teaching week. Okay, yes, I'm procrastinating. Grace, please.
Yesterday they were gone, too, and I'll admit - I was a little bored. The morning went so slowly without them. I've fallen hard for these kids I didn't even know 2 months ago. I love them, I do, with all their weird ways, acne, squeaky voices and bad jokes. I love their total vulnerability, and the drama that only a middle schooler/high schooler can understand.
I was pretty skeptical going in -- wondering how much my heart could actually hold. I had loved students once upon a time, in a place that now feels like a dream. And it's different, but somehow very much the same. I still love with abandon because I have no choice. It's a spiritual act that I cannot explain. God simply plants those little souls inside my heart.
I am humbled. Honored. It's overwhelming to think of the responsibility I have each day to walk with integrity and honesty before not only my own children, but now these 35 that look to me each day. So help me God.