Well.
We made it.
178 days.
178 days of learning, laughing, and growing.
178 days of my spending more waking hours with your child than you.
178 days of my learning their quirks, anticipating their actions, and guiding their minds.
178 days of your trusting me to love, honor, and respect your unique, wonderful, creative, amazing child.
178 days of the kids showing up with open hearts and willing spirits, ready to absorb whatever I sent their way.
And so.
We made it.
Running, walking, limping, or crawling...we made it.
In an infinite number of ways, teaching is like parenting. It's a study in delayed gratification. On day 1, no one knows how to make a lunch choice. On day 178, I could leave the classroom for an hour and the place would run like clockwork. I look at the kids and I can't even believe what YOU and I and THE KIDS have created TOGETHER. Wow. Just wow.
Thank you for sharing your child with me. These kids have been a joy. This group of bright, funny, engaging, inquisitive, kind, respectful children is taking quite a piece of my heart today. I like to think some of them are leaving a little piece of theirs too.
Today marks the end of a season for me on the personal side too. Savey will be in high school next year, and Jonah will go to middle school. I am not embarrassed to say I am really struggling with this transition, especially losing Jonah. For all but 1 year, we have traveled back and forth to school together everyday. I see him at lunch, I see him in the halls, and I take such comfort in knowing that my nail-polish-wearing, mismatched socks, dance-through-life boy is just down the hall. The teachers and staff at Pinebrook have taken care of him in a way for which I will always be grateful and, well....I'm just plain scared of what's next. I appreciate any prayers, blessings, positive thoughts, or good wishes you may send whenever you think of our little family.
Please don't let this be our goodbye. Feel free to reach out to me at anytime in anyway for any reason. Check with parents who've had a child in my class in past years. You'll discover these are not empty words.
With Love and Appreciation (and many tears on my keyboard),
We made it.
178 days.
178 days of learning, laughing, and growing.
178 days of my spending more waking hours with your child than you.
178 days of my learning their quirks, anticipating their actions, and guiding their minds.
178 days of your trusting me to love, honor, and respect your unique, wonderful, creative, amazing child.
178 days of the kids showing up with open hearts and willing spirits, ready to absorb whatever I sent their way.
And so.
We made it.
Running, walking, limping, or crawling...we made it.
In an infinite number of ways, teaching is like parenting. It's a study in delayed gratification. On day 1, no one knows how to make a lunch choice. On day 178, I could leave the classroom for an hour and the place would run like clockwork. I look at the kids and I can't even believe what YOU and I and THE KIDS have created TOGETHER. Wow. Just wow.
Thank you for sharing your child with me. These kids have been a joy. This group of bright, funny, engaging, inquisitive, kind, respectful children is taking quite a piece of my heart today. I like to think some of them are leaving a little piece of theirs too.
Today marks the end of a season for me on the personal side too. Savey will be in high school next year, and Jonah will go to middle school. I am not embarrassed to say I am really struggling with this transition, especially losing Jonah. For all but 1 year, we have traveled back and forth to school together everyday. I see him at lunch, I see him in the halls, and I take such comfort in knowing that my nail-polish-wearing, mismatched socks, dance-through-life boy is just down the hall. The teachers and staff at Pinebrook have taken care of him in a way for which I will always be grateful and, well....I'm just plain scared of what's next. I appreciate any prayers, blessings, positive thoughts, or good wishes you may send whenever you think of our little family.
Please don't let this be our goodbye. Feel free to reach out to me at anytime in anyway for any reason. Check with parents who've had a child in my class in past years. You'll discover these are not empty words.
With Love and Appreciation (and many tears on my keyboard),
