What these kids don’t know is how we hope they will remember us with a smile but we never take it for granted.
What these kids don’t know is how we still have all of those notes and letters they wrote to us back then. And the drawings, yup, we have those too.
What these kids don’t know is how one little hi can make me smile for days.
What these kids don’t know is that we still carry them in our hearts wherever we go.
What these kids don’t know is how I still worry and wonder how life is treating them and if they know how much they are worth.
What these kids don’t know is that they never stop being our kids.
What all my kids don’t know is that I do it for them, every single day, no matter how little sleep I got, no matter what standards are pressing on me. Every day I come to school to teach for them, every day I cannot wait to get here to be with them. That’s what these kids don’t know.
Pernille Ripp 
Gorgeous! All the aspirations we have for them often stays in our hearts but they are there. We are their cocoon for a year or two then set them free in the hope there may be a chance they flutter by and show us their beautiful wings. Lovely reflection Pernille and thanks for sharing it with us.
Awesome! Just sent this to all our teachers. Happy Teacher Appreciation Week!
I could not have said it better myself!
What they don't know is that we love them forever!
As a teacher of thirty years, I identified with what you wrote. They become like our own children.Merry Beau (Ireland)
You just described my life, my love for my student, and the best job in the world. Thank you! The best description of a teacher I have heard.