A note to my students: I'm a little bit sorry at times because our relationship is strained. I love you but I have to take care of you, have to push you, have to enforce the rules.

I would take you in and have a party for you but then you usually end up making a mess.

I'm sorry she is mean to you sometimes. I'm sorry he's not around.

You can come live in my brain and things will be okay there. We can eat poprocks for lunch and sing Christmas carols. I'll teach you how to read and tie your shoes.

I'll sing every song you ever wanted to hear, only if we can stay safe forever. We will skateboard and play cards, chew gum and play hopscotch.
You'll never have to say the word "miss" nor will you have to feel it.

We will speak only our language. We will tap into your fears and your obstacles. Then we'll kick them outta town, like every one who's ever hurt you.

We'll stay 5 and 24 forever but learn so much as we go.
You might forget me, but I won't forget you.