I’m sure in the higher order of things its no accident that my youngest child graduated high school on my last day of work. This week has been a whirlwind of love, laughter and tears. My students surprised me with heartfelt cards and gifts, including a cake that said farewell or best of luck (I can’t remember which) in Arabic. Former students have found me on social media to wish me well and show me glimpses of the adults their becoming.
My own children have blessed me with their time, and I’m constantly amazed at how incredibly awesome a folk they have become. They were beautiful babies and they’ve grown into people I’d be honored to know, even if I hadn’t birthed them.
As a mother and a teacher, I spend too much time worrying about whether or not I have prepared the young well enough for the world they will one day lead, whether they want to or not. I know there’s so much more to teach them, but then graduation rolls around, and they remind me that it’s all OK. They’ve got this.
It’s now time for me to kick back and relax a bit while they take the reigns. That is until August when I graduate into the world of expat teaching. I’ll try not to worry so much about what I haven’t been able to teach my new students, and hold on to the fact that they too will one day show me that, yeah they’ve got this.
Congratulations to all of our graduates! Remember to keep making your mamas and teachers proud.
