The annual welcome back to school evening for parents, faculty and staff was this past week at my kids’ school.
The event is as old as the school. Time is taken to welcome back the old and introduce the new. Class lists are distributed and everyone clamors to catch-up on summer travel and experiences. I am never ready to send my kids back until I attend this gathering.
I am reminded of what a special environment they learn in. I appreciate the rich diversity of the school and the scope of the education. The diversity goes far beyond race. As I move from conversation to conversation, I hear people seamlessly switch from language to language as they share their experiences or greet newcomers. I hug a friend and teacher who spent most of the summer educating teachers in the D.R. Congo. I speak with an administrator who spent summer back home, enjoying the New Zealand winter. I catch up with another parent, a doctor, who has just returned from helping others Nicaragua. His daughter, just graduated from high school, went with him and helped deliver a child to a fourteen year-old mother who was walking down a dusty dirt road to a clinic while in labor. I reconnect with other adoptive parents and introduce the new ones to those of us who are not, bringing them into the fold.
Connections. Perspectives. Common threads of human kindness and outreach in the global village.