How wrong I was. As I was driving to school with my Ed Hardy bag, my H&M retro sweater, my Banana Republic pants, and my Feragamo shoes I realize I should have spent more time on what I was going to teach today than on my outfit. Though I looked good, I felt awful! I was in a panic. I realized that it really didn't matter what I wore, the students would see right through my costume and realize that even if I took off my clothes I still was covered in MOM, and quickly they would come to see that I was not smart enough to teach them anything except how to play nice, eat broccoli, or change a diaper.
But the one thing I have learned as a mom is how to ask for help, so I called on my standard posse of positive supporters and of course true to form, they were all there to tell me that I was in fact smart enough, and that this was exactly where I was supposed to be. Several of them reminded me that I was born to act and teach and that even if I hadn't been doing it for a paycheck, I hadn't really left the career behind while doing my time in stay-at-home land.
With my renewed confidence I walked onto campus and into my building, only to find.......
no one. Not a single person in the building. The panic started to set in again, maybe I got the day wrong, maybe I was in the wrong building, maybe this was all a cruel joke. I wandered around and after climbing many stairs I found the classroom where seated inside was Wendy, my first student, and looking more nervous than I. We talked and I found out that she was petrified about speaking in public, and she was very worried about being the oldest person in class( this was Wendy's first day back at school to finish her degree after a 20 year absence).
And so I kicked it into gear. I don't know if it was the mom in me, the teacher, or the actor, probably all three, but I do know that I was in the right place, at the right time, and that it worked. I felt secure and confident , not to mention beautiful, and I think Wendy left feeling the same.
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