It wasn’t a normal goodbye in their classrooms. No, not a hug at the door as they dance into intentionality crafted lesson plans. This time it was outside of the airport.

Do you have your passports? Here’s your bags.

The hustle and bustle. The chaos and confusion amidst goodbye hugs.

Immediately they were absorbed into the airport rush. A swarm of uniforms and smiling faces. Passports checked and on to ticketing.

“Why are you going to Mozambique?” she was questioned while struggling to keep track of her baggage and her preschooler in tow.

She and her sister choked back hysterical laughter as they later told me of elaborate broken computer problems in ticketing and malfunctioning staplers played out by familiar faces.

Then came the lady speaking French that no one understood. What exactly were they supposed to do with their bags? Body language overcame language barriers.

Then extra fees for stuffed animals! And confiscated toothpaste!!

And that delayed flight that took “forever” of just waiting… and waiting…

Why not use the bathroom while you wait? Only to discover your bags stolen upon your return!

Calming a sad four year old. Finally you were able to board the plane.

No snacks for anyone not in first class.

“Turbulence!!!” as the walls rattle and the girls struggled to relay that part through choking laughter.

And then finally you successfully arrived in Africa!

I just adore how the teachers are so intentional to prepare these little ones for life ahead. Such deliberation. Such intentionality.

Oh, of course, they add in the fun. Afterall, they do just adore these little ones. But a hint of experienced truth permeates the lessons. Intentionality breathes confidence into little hearts, encouraging, “You can do this. Even when it goes wrong. This is doable.”

I love how the teachers are shaping their new normal.

Familiarity.

Encouraging helpfulness.

Easing anxiety.

 

One deliberate step at a time.

– Thankful, grateful and beyond blessed.