I’ve come here for you. All five thousand seven hundred and sixty nine miles for you. Yes, the adventure and travel and culture and lifestyle called, but more than anything, it was you that captivated me.
The last two weeks have been in preparation for you. And I am ready. Though there is so much value in adult collaboration and collegiality, it is for you, the students, I show up everyday. You are my heart and soul. You are my light.
Like any first time mother, I am nervous also; you are my first international children. I wonder if my experience has adequately prepared me for you? I wonder how much I can teach you, challenge you? I wonder if I will be able to create with you the depth of loving connections I had with students in the past? I wonder if I will be able to live up to the level of teachers you’ve had before?
I don’t know.
What do I know?
I know that I will laugh with you–and you at me! I know that I will worry as much about your heart as I do your head. I know that our class will be a safe place. I know that I will ask you questions that will change your lens–hopefully your life. I know I will encourage you to write your life and live your story. I know I will foster your leadership in our class. I know that I will see you, truly.
I know that I will love you. I already do. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: though I have not yet met you, I love you.
And on this first day of nervous and excited jitters, that is what I hold tightly with my teacher hands.