I think about my babies from Arizona. I have been teaching here for what is going on 11 years. I taught kindergarten so some of them are getting ready to graduate from high school if they haven't already. I don't think I would recognize them if I saw them. I hope that they would come to me and tell me hello.
I was explaining to someone why I teach. I teach at a high school with kids that need an education. I'm a salesman. I sell education and hope each and every day. I don't know what they hear when I'm talking to them. I just want them to have opportunities. One of them came back the other day and he called me, "Mama Miller." He's not the only one who calls me that. I look into the eyes of the kids that I am working with. There is always a wall up when I start speaking with them. I can see them asking the same questions: Who are you? and Why should I trust you? There is really no reason to trust me. I love them. I do. I hope the best for them.
Three weeks in and I'm getting to know the students. I like talking to them about the world. I like it when they finally learn something and they are so excited about learning. I have one student who is getting ready to graduate. He likes to sabotage himself. He needs a lot of support. His teachers call me when he struggles and when he sees my face, it's respect, mixed with fear and just the slightest bit of happiness. I know and he knows that I believe and want to push him to graduate. I think he doesn't want to leave the nest.
I love when they come back. I love going to showers, weddings, graduations and just visiting them. A student that I had when I first started texted me a picture of the front office to tell me that he was there. He didn't wait when I came out. He gave me a hug. He is doing well. I don't think that there is a job title for what I do. I teach and love on kids. I help them be who they are going to be. It is such an honor and a privilege to teach them. I am so happy that they let me into their lives for a moment, a quarter, a year or a lifetime. I don't complain when I get even a little bit. I am blessed. I pray that I can be God to each one of them. I pray for their protection and contentment. I pray that they pay forward any blessing that befalls them. I pray for them. That's all.