Not-So-Great Expectations

After school art has begun at the Sorenson Unity Center.
I find that I stumble most often over my own expectations.
It is hard to plan the intuitive process that is art-making.  I don't wanna get so tight that I don't allow the kids to explore the medium.  But I've now had 2 bottles of ink spill during class.  c'est la art?
I want to really teach these kids.  I want them to walk away from their experience with a different perspective, and able to see just a bit differently than before.  As a teacher, I can never know what their perception is.  I can only do my best and hope.
We are supposed to make signs to be placed into the community garden.  I want them to care a great deal.  I want them to be so engaged that they can't help but to explode with creative output.  This is not realistic, I realize, and it will be a slow, time-lapse process.  I can only hope that by June we can stand back and feel proud.  Maybe we will not see what we've learned til the end.

It's hard to wait.  It's hard to go in every day and feel like I failed, just a little.  That I could have been better.