Humbled

Last Saturday I attended the memorial service for C's grandmother and aunt. The memorial was bilingual and I was immediately wondering how we dare to integrate so many cultures; how we dare say that students are struggling with language development when there are so many differences.

And then of course being in the presence of those who mourn is undoing. Some women wailed loud shrieking cries. When I went to hug C, she melted in my arms- dissolving into loud sobs. I, of course, did the same.

Humbled because we dare to bring various cultures together. Humbled because the only reason I know C is because I am her teacher. Anyone could be her homeroom teacher, but it's me.