Let me tell you about the glitch in the system.
When I arrived here and heard there was an opening for a Kindergaren teacher, my heart danced a little happy Macarena and I decided to interview for it. It was irrational, you should know, because I am absurdly unqualified to be a Kínder teacher in rural Hondruas. I have zero teaching certifications. I have very limited group-management skills. I only got a real hang of this whole Spanish thing a few months ago. And yet, there was an opening (maybe more realistically a need), and I got the job. A group of tiny persons called me Profa this year, I called them beloved as often as I could remember, and yesterday my whole class graduated.
If you think that is possible because of my doing, you clearly didn’t adequately process the words “absurdly” and “unqualified.” And you didn’t see how often my stress outweighed my faith, or witness the days when I was more tired than human, or hear the many people who looked on our class and either directly or indirectly said, “Ooh, what a disastrous operation you run here, my dear.”
You also didn’t see this, but I wish you had: On one of their more particularly rebellious days, the eight little nuggets decided to run and hide under the library chairs instead of forming the pretty line outside the classroom like I’d asked. That is frankly annoying and embarrassing in the middle of what is supposed to be a very high-caliber educative center. But by some grace I decided to laugh instead. I play-ugly-cried over losing my class, whimsically despaired that the end had come. And then they emerged, one-by-one, tiny faces bright and toothy. So I knelt down, and the little rascals ran into my arms.
Oh honey, that is none of my doing.
So we had a real graduation yesterday. Because I wanted everyone to see these beloved truth-seekers, these rule-breaking artists, these strange and rascally healers and celebrate this impossible race we ran anyway. I wanted to talk about how this year I got on their level and so God lifted us up to His, and that is the glitch in the system.
Ally, I am so proud of you and looking forward to your smiling face when you get home! Love grandma.
Love you, grandma!!